Peering east from about our do-gooder’s vantage point.
Bunker Hill being Bunker Hill, we can only imagine that on other days City Hall was alternately threatened by snakes and pink elephants and those dreaded flying gin bottles.
DT-bred perils aside, City Hall (Parkinson/Martin, 1928) was in fact menaced repeatedly after its construction (more clouds, mayors, and here, by giant tourists) before its eventual destruction by Martians in 1954.
