Adding to the allure of these delightful critters is their faithful companion — the old, gross gumball (or junky plastic toy) machine. (You may be able to make out another set of dispensaries farther down the block, and another animal ride stationed at the corner.)
Today I passed several blocks of these houses, built in the 1920s as part of a "restricted" community for wealthy white Protestants. In a beautiful ironic twist, they now lie in one of the most diverse neighborhoods on earth.
Even the beloved giraffe is not safe from his clutches.
Their mission? To "provide entertainment, fun and amusement to the Taxi driver".
It was a quiet day at the landing lights — the wind conditions took this approach out of play.