The antiques and feral cat district

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Our first morning in St Louis we went poking around for breakfast and found a listing for a place called "The Mud House." That sounded pretty good, so we ended up in a quaint neighborhood calling itself "Cherokee Antique Row." I quickly found a non-human animal to cozy up to. His truncated ear tip indicates that he's part of a managed feral colony, neutered and vaccinated, but otherwise allowed to roam. I'm not a fan of the practice, but it's better than doing nothing.



I love ghost signs, the fading remnants of advertisements painted on the walls of buildings. This one has so many layers that it's essentially an abstract, although I think I can make out the word "Boston" in the middle.


Those kinds of ads made a lot of sense when there was a lot of construction making tall windowless factories and warehouses out of bricks. A solid color somehow feels oppressive.


The purple morning glories and white cat are a nice touch, however.


Oh I'm sorry, am I boring you?