I wandered. Past the 3rd floor ballroom where the mariachis play. Past the luthier’s shop where I played 3 different guitars. Past 3 different artist lairs. Towards the old Lemp mansion and brewery and warehouses. This is where I stumbled upon the door with the number 3.
Saint Louis has so many neighborhoods that stand as worlds of their own. Unique vibes and personalities. Odd shops and eateries. Historical buildings and loads of nostalgia. And of course…hidden caves.
One of the neighborhoods I like to room is rife with stories waiting to bubble to the surface. It was there I encountered “The Trinity Door”: