SAN GABRIEL MISSION

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 The Mission Playhouse, just behind the San Gabriel Mission.
 Courtyard inside Grapevine Arbor, site of one of the oldest vineyards in the area.
 Gateway to the cemetery on the grounds of San Gabriel Mission.
 Bride embraces a bridesmaid outside Mission San Gabriel church, San Gabriel California.
Mission Bells of the San Gabriel Mission, San Gabriel California.  Once the cultural center of the San Gabriel Valley, the Mission Church now centers the Mission District neighborhood, a thriving renaissance of city offices, artist's shops and galleries, restaurants and cafes.  It's worth a visit.

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Anonymous said…
This black and white of the mission is beautiful! Is it for sale? I used to live close to it when I was little.
April 19, 2011 at 10:16 AM
kurt taylor said…
Sugar, thank you for your comments. You can email me at taylorkurt@ca.rr.com if you're interested in any of the photos.
Thanks!
May 25, 2011 at 9:44 PM
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