The old water tower looms over the neighborhood like a retired giant who refuses to leave the party. It hasn’t pumped a drop in decades, but the wooden frame still stands: weathered, stubborn, and oddly elegant. Locals treat it like a landmark elder. A little creaky, fully inactive, yet impossible not to admire.
Its silhouette against the skyline is a reminder that the neighborhood used to run on grit and utility long before boutiques and lattes showed up. Now it’s basically a very tall, very photogenic relic keeping watch over the streets it once served.