Our second visit to the town with the statues who are turning their backs on the Google Street View car, shunning it, making a statement of silent banishment.

Here they stare at a peculiar structure, which sure is a bank . . . but so blank!

Ah. Still, it’s odd that they expanded to the corner, instead of starting there.

Another post-war rehab, with the usual desultory application. Some new-style brick on the bottom, nothing more.

The joys of civic architecture.

So uplifting.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we may have the most OUMB in the history of OUMBs.

I defy anyone to say that’s a “style.”

Ok, didn’t see this part.

That makes it 16% better, I guess.

By comparison:

Impossible not to conclude that architects and the society that produced the OUMBs just didn’t care at all, anymore, about anything.

Lots of frosting:

The Xmas Golems seem larger here. Or the building seems smaller.

Cornice shave on an old Masonic hall:

I believe it’s Masonic, due to the sign. It has the standard logo and, I assume, the various other clubs for women and such.

Well yes, I suppose you would want an air conditioner now.

Looks like something that got trapped while they were bricking it up.

I guess I took this one because . . .

. . . it provided context for this mystery.

But not much, and the words are inscrutable.

Oh just STOP with that stupid ground-floor brick overhaul.

It’s just vandalism.

IOOF:

Look at those pointy turrets! The building looks as if it was designed to shoot them up in the sky and deter zeppelin attacks.

Spare-changers hanging around the charity shop to see if they can get some quarters out of the sob-sisters who work there:

This is where the “level” tool is really, really handy.

Misread the bubble, and those bricks won’t be true.