This isn’t a real place, but it could be. There are so many amazing and intricate gardens on and around Sunset. The flowers stretch toward the sun and the sidewalk. They climb fences and walls. They fill the air with perfume as lovely as the song of sirens. Since I have an irrational fear of bees, enjoying the flowers has an element of danger. There’s always a risk. I may have to run away like a fool. If I do, though, I know I’ll come back.