The terrain rises rapidly on the streets heading up towards the College Hill neighborhood. Look at the house on the right, carefully restored. Up at the top, open lots await. The infamous old nursing home, shut down for unsanitary conditions,… Continue Reading
This interesting cluster of buildings shows the wealth that arrived in East Alton after World War II, allowing for the construction of a new city hall and police station.
Based off of classical architecture, the Lewis Place gates show the influence of Roman triumphal arches such as the Arch of Titus.
I’m still suspicious of the Gate District, a redevelopment in the 1980s where most of the existing housing stock was leveled and replaced with wood frame houses typical of that decade. There is still a lot of the historic fabric… Continue Reading
Read enough about St. Louis or American architecture in general, and eventually someone will make an offhand reference to a building being based off of the Baths of Caracalla in Rome. But what were the actual Baths, or Thermae, of… Continue Reading
Bell Avenue, not West Belle Place, is really just a wide alley in between the old Vandeventer Place and Windsor Place. This carriage house is the only remnant of what had been a cluster of mansions and expensive homes in… Continue Reading
Joining its other august neighbors on Union Boulevard, the old St. Louis Artists’ Guild building has now been reborn as the Boo Cat Club. Designed by Albert Spiering, it opened in this location in 1908 and was vacated in 1973.
“What was this magnificent building?” I wondered when I first spotted this edifice on the southern end of the Union row of buildings. Then I spotted it: two menorahs sculpted in terracotta above the front portal. Randy Vines informed me… Continue Reading
The former Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, built and dedicated between 141-161 AD provides an excellent example of how Western Civilization has responded to its ancient past. After falling into disrepair, it was converted into the church of San Lorenzo… Continue Reading