Bungalow courts make this town habitable. Sure, they’re full of murder and mayhem and power-cutting, eviction notice-serving landlords, but they’re also succulent little communities of Craftsman shingle and Spanish stucco and night-blooming jasmine and little spaces for your coupe. Fortunately, they’ve mostly fallen to the bulldozer, allowing things like this to be built. I could not and did not ascertain whether this was the Cedars cancer center or the parking structure for the Cedars cancer center, since I didn’t want to venture too close and catch the cancer.
