My town is superficially beautiful. It has strict building codes that dictate that every building must be in a certain style- a fake, pseudo-spanish, white fauxstucco, terracotta mesh of visually pleasing but depressingly boring BLAH.

I like to stray off the main drag, because the further away you go, the more interesting things you find. Tiny cheese shops and bakeries, antique stores, and little, secret places that are more beautiful than anything you'll see in touristland. You'll start to find the old buildings that the new buildings are based off of. Quiet shady places that, aside from the wear of time, look just like they did fifty years ago.

This is a little annex that has what I believe are art studios. I took a few pictures today, and I'll probably take some more some other time, but this was my favorite out of all of them.