Happy Bastille Day to all our French friends. This town was founded by a pair of French explorer-traders. Our originally French Soulard neighborhood holds an annual tongue-in-cheek celebration of the revolution, wherein the royal couple are chased very slowly from one to another of the several local bars, ending at a mock execution at le rasoir national.
Still in the Dogtown neighborhood. The owner of this building does no believe in subtlety. Visitors, welcome or not, will have no trouble finding it. I notice that it is a two family. Seems a bit small for that. The sign on the utility pole says no zoo parking. The zoo is kinda sorta in the area but way farther than I'd want to walk.
And happy birthday to Mrs. C.
There are times when I just need some pictures and I'll go out cruising in neighborhoods I don't generally visit. That happened recently when I was driving around the picturesquely named Dogtown (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_St._Louis). Never heard of this thoroughfare before. It would be generous to call it an alley, just enough for my car to fit through. Now, where is Three-Quarters Lane?
Imo's is the classic St. Louis pizza chain. Their product is quirky: cracker thin crust, coated with a cheese blend unique to here (if you are a local you know, if not it's incomprehensible) and cut into squares, not wedges. Pack down enough of it and you may end up at the massive Washington University Medical Center in the background. It goes way back from what you can see here. They keep me repaired from time to time.
A skateboarder in Kiener Plaza downtown. Boards came on the scene when I was in high school in the 1960s. My friends and I used to grab ours and head for the NY subway early Saturday mornings, hoping to find an empty first or last car. If we were in luck, we would try to slalom through the vertical poles while the train was moving. Lots of bruises but fortunately no lost teeth.
