Lost in Mesa
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Sarah came to visit me in Phoenix. One day, while we were driving around aimlessly, she asked me what was in Mesa.
I shrugged. No clue. Never been there.
We plugged it into my GPS and took off.
We landed somewhere in downtown Mesa late Friday afternoon. The city was quiet; shops were closed and no one was about.
No one real, anyway.
We quickly met some of the permanent inhabitants of downtown, though: the statues that the city of Mesa has purchased and put on public display. They range from horses scenes from daily life in Mesa.
You can read more about the Permanent Sculpture Collection on the city’s Web site.
