You have to have the Seven Dwarves as caryatids, right? This is the Disney building.
Even leaving the Disney buildings aside, the buildings were brighter and more whimsical than what you find here where I live.
There are lots of cute little bitty stucco houses painted pink and blue and peach.
There are large buildings in curious shapes. People don’t feel constrained to make their houses with roofs designed for snow or to use right angles or to limit surface decoration.
This isn’t Disneyland or anything. The closest we got to Disneyland was when we were visiting my hostess’s parents and there was a loud sound like fireworks.
We speculated a bit on what it might be before realizing that it was nightly fireworks at Disneyland.
I’d been hearing great stories about life in Japan and in California during the ’20s, so it was a bit funny that they’d forgotten all about something that presumably happens every night at the same time, but they are in their 80s.
Those pictures are from the Disney TV company. There is a guard there and people aren’t really allowed to go in, but we asked permission to admire the buildings and the guard allowed us to do so. We were clearly harmless
There was a wall of water just outside of this picture. Water just rained down, and was probably recirculated.
Also outside of the picture was the Cinerama, a concrete geodesic dome showing movies all around. It has been incorporated into a larger building now, and we went in and had a drink, which is to say a glass of mixed fruit juices.
There were pictures of people who must have been famous on the walls.
The movies are the local industry, and just as people where I live are likely to be interested in the Walton’s empire or chickens or sustainable business practices, the people there are interested in movies and celebrities. People kept telling me about some connection with people who were presumably famous, and I never did manage the right degree of enthusiasm. The newspapers also are all about the movies. Emmies, you know, and how various movie stars feel about various stuff.
We saw a movie being filmed, in fact, or perhaps just set up for filming. It involved trucks full of electronic stuff, crime scene tape, and port-a-potties.
A lot of the buildings are like blocks — flat roofs, some rounded edges, bright colors.
They look very pretty all lined up together.
Also, since the plants don’t die back in winter, you get some really lush flowers. Oleander, bouganvillea, even just roses climb all over the houses. There are fruit trees in people’s yards, with lemons and peaches and figs just sitting there. I felt as though everyone ought to be making jam.
The residential areas ended up being very colorful and charming and retro. I really loved all the little cottages and bungaloes, including my hostess’s house.
There’s a lot of white and black and mirrors, and also lots of interesting shapes of buildings.
Many of the buildings in the city had curved walls and ornate piercings in their cement.
Even the concrete ones had colorful patterns sometimes, with checkerboard or even plaid walls and interesting windows.
In other parts of town, they had rolls of barbed wire at the tops of the fences, which gave those neighborhoods a less picturesque air.
But even in the less picturesque neighborhoods there were often very interesting buildings. The poorer neighborhoods had many of the same tiny bungaloes and cottages crammed together, their bright colors faded to sherbet shades.
This is an Armenian bakery, where they had piroshkis (not the right word in Armenian) and nice white bread twisted into interesting shapes.
My hostess can’t eat wheat, and in fact several of the people who ate with us couldn’t have gluten. So the bread was mostly just for me.
We’d buy a loaf of some nice bread at some nice little bakery, serve it for dinner for me and the one other person who could eat it, and then I’d make French toast out of it for breakfast on succeeding days.
So I spent a lot of my vacation admiring all the interesting buildings as we went around the town.