Zoe and I have passed this gazebo many times. It seems such an orphan, sitting there along the north bank of the Rillito. Gazebos are social, for tea and crumpets or beers and conversation. The setting ought to be lush. This one is none of that; it seems strange, just stuck there all by its lonesome. You have to figure that someone at sometime had something in mind. Seems like it didn’t work out.
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