White, white, white, white....

I understand when the architect, Thomas Phifer, said, "it's all about the landscape." Because as I walk to the pavilion, to the west entrance of Fondren, I walk by the cherry trees; the ground changes from grass to mulch, follow the sidewalk, and the texture continuously changes, different shades of green. The fountain, the elm trees, a neutral white, the cheerful seating.



It's quite pleasant.

(My only protest: Coffee House has my loyalties for coffee. Yes, Brochstein Pavilion, you are gorgeous, but how dare you not be student run?!)

I have yet to enjoy a stay at the pavilion.