On the corner of Park and NW Davis sits an empty, unnoticed, sleeping stone palace. Though ignored by most, I find myself knocked out every time by it's beautiful arches and scrolled ironwork. It has huge, curled stone detail and looping granite waves, lacey wrought iron grills and massive pillars.
I imagine Cinderella running down the wide steps, losing a shoe.
Someone told me it was the U.S. Customs Building, but I like my palace notion better.
I'd love to see inside!
This is a spray paint print of one of the windows.