When I first read Nathanael West's The Day of the Locust, I remember thinking that his description of the mishmash of fantasy architecture in Los Angeles was fanciful and exaggerated. And when I visited L.A. for the first time, I realized that it wasn't. This gnomish cottage is on a street that also features Bauhaus buildings, Spanish haciendas, houses that look as if they've been created by a pastry bag full of pink plaster, you name it. Of course, a jumping picture was required.
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