Post Office buildings

Remember the statement about post offices? Here's a perfect example. We passed through the town of Hot Springs, South Dakota, population 4201, just before crossing the border to Wyoming. We passed the police station first:



Then several blocks later we saw the post office:




One thing about this town is that it had a really cool coffee place called Flatiron Coffee, so named because the shape of the building resembles the Flatiron in New York. They roast their own beans, but no free wi-fi. But what was striking about this place was that it seemed so out of place in this otherwise rather desolate town. There was a very large, beautiful, grassy patio area where they apparently have a BBQ every Friday afternoon. There was a girl grilling burgers and stuff for the customers. When you stepped inside, it was like you walked into a very cool cafe in the city. Like the doorway was a portal into another place or something. Cool music playing, cool atmosphere. All the customers were 20-somethings, who didn't seem to be locals. But this town was so remote, could they have been passing through like us? Didn't have the foresight to take pictures so you can see it by clicking here.