A few years ago, my daughter and I strolled through a Beverly Hills neighborhood while on a trip to the Los Angeles area. The homes were both breathtaking in their grandiosity and disconcerting in their efforts to be breathtaking. Some strained for out-of-the box modernity; others seemed to reach back into every era of architectural history. None of them looked real.
We had no idea if they were the homes of Hollywood stars, though a hustling tour guide could have easily convinced us so, but we enjoyed speculating who might live in them.