I could give you a parade of empty skyway storefronts today, but let’s save that merry tour for tomorrow. The daily walk around downtown took a different direction today, and you know what? I wasn’t beaten, robbed, cracked on the skull, harassed, followed, or anything else. Some people seem to think that downtown is a MADHOUSE OF CRIME - and while I do get the occasional report on my paranoia app, it’s A) not always right, and B) not always downtown, and C) par for the course.
The city is, however, bracing for disorder. For some reason there is an expectation that insurrectionists and rioters will attempt to disrupt the lawful carrying-out of the institutional processes of the government, and they’ve erected quite a barrier around the Gummint Center.
It's like a DMZ.
City Hall:
You might also read that downtown is Boarded Up, which suggests a grim expanse of raw plywood where once windows glittered in the sun, but that’s also not true. However. The building across from the Gummint Center, the former Pillsbury Center (as it will always be to me) is really brightening up the area with this new Ingress-Egress Facilitation Configuration:
Quick, try to avoid the big Stomping Pistons!
Really, who are they expecting? A spontaneous burst of zeal, or something organized? If it’s the latter, I assume they are crawling Facebook and Instagram and Twitter for messages and threats, as well as installing cameras to capture the images of people who commit violence, so they can be apprehended afterwards.
I will still continue to go to the office through all of this. It will be amusing, in a not-at-all-amusing sort of way, if something happens and the only reporter close to the event is Me, up in the tower, dictating a story from the window of the 12th floor.
Okay. I SWEAR this will pay off, and soon.
Before we get to the update, let us enjoy this lady who got caught on the wrong side of the gates, and is doing her best not to seem conspicuous:
That was the old park.
I started over. I knew enough now to do better, so all the old mistakes were best abandoned instead of reworked or ignored. Time for an entirely new set of mistakes!
First thing I did was build a small wall of mountains in the upper quandrant, where I will put a “Lost World” theme park. Laid out the main pathways.
Then I put in the monorail, and here I did something that looked fun: I ran it over a gorge, tunneled, came out of the tunnel, and looped back to the main station.
There’s a big, and I mean big pre-made water ride that fits with the Pirate theme, and I thought I could put it into the craggy, uneven area by the sea. Put lots of Pirate stuff in there. It’ll be great!
And here my troubles began.
Getting the path down from the monorail was a mess. Getting the path around the big water ride was a mess. Getting the path from the water ride looked ridiculous:
The entrances and exits are set waaaay up, so I didn’t have to do a lot of stairs - the visitors will climb any number of stairs without complaint, but I like to keep these things reasonable. So I blew it up, turned the water ride around, and laid out the rides for Pirate Cove.
On the lower right, a big coaster on the bluff, which looks great and has a fantastic view. It also had a kludgy path problem, as you see - but that’s going to be really cool when I start to add palms and signs and lights. There’s also a gorge with water now, because I pulled the terrain down. The monorail stop is also cleaner, and I added a seating area where people can enjoy the view.
But it’s a long way to the Pirate Cove entrance, and so far it's the only way in.
So far, that is. Next week: the Great Gondola Catastrophe.

This week's utterly random selection from the Museum of Paris website. Really: I just click and save, so I'm not pulling out big impressive pieces. It's the little pieces that flesh out a collection.
Derame and his new creations at the Rambuteau Follies.
I’m thinking . . . puppets?
We're going to be seeing a lot of these posters. It's remarkable they survived. They give you a sense of the era the Fine Art doesn't. The paintings one might see in a museum; these were plastered all over the neighborhood.
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