The Broadmoor movie theatre is one of those places that's supposedly not permanently closed. It's still up for lease, or as the roadside sign reads, FOR L A
In addition to the typical car, truck and bus parking in this empty lot, someone is storing an antique hot rod under a tarp (you can see it above in the long shot of the theatre, side view). A peek under the tarp:
We couldn't get into the Broadmoor. But we could get into this gift shop next door, apparently open for business.
The question was: did we want to?
For now, we passed that shoppe by and came to a glass door at a dead end. We tried it: OPEN! I gingerly stepped in and peered inside around the corner, back in the direction toward the store. The dark hall opened into a larger area set up like a little living room with a couch and a lit lamp, and it smelled overwhelmingly of a plug-in air freshener. We decided that by comparison, the gift shoppe wasn't so scary after all and went in there. It was tended by an old woman watching the Tiger game on a small TV and smelled like a flooded basement. I'm thinking the Broadmoor Theatre next door probably isn't faring much better.
Moving on, perpendicular to the theatre was a large building that used to be a flea market.
Perhaps at one time, it was just like a mini mall.
But no longer. You know it's going to be creepout city when the first thing you see upon looking in the window is a water-damaged crying clown with a corrugated shadow.
There is so much to notice in this next photo.
First and foremost, the hot tub in the foreground. Then you have a barbecue grill, in the middleground is the ubiquitous shopping cart that by law must be present at all abandoned sites, and in the background, a child's dollhouse and a freestanding toddler swing. Our homeless friend from the last site might be better off setting up shop here.
...Although it is quite damp. Those are ferns growing on the floor.
To the rear of this grouping is (surprise) a strip mall. The half of the strip closest to the theatre and flea market is no longer occupied, as if the abandonment spreads like cancer.
The closest casualty is this Gladiators Academy, which has relocated.
What, exactly, does one learn at a Gladiators Academy?
Finally, a Mexican restaurant. Even an abandoned Mexican restaurant makes me hungry.