Here is a somewhat uninspiring photo of a true Tucson treasure: the back of the Arizona Inn. In my defense, the lighting was flat as a tortilla. I'll hold off on the rest of the inn until my new Nikon DLSR arrives, provided I'm at home to sign for it, which I never am. Anyway, the Arizona Inn is a kind of Southwesty pink with blue trim--usually pretty striking. But the real sight today was right around the corner--a thin, raw-boned coyote lurking about the tennis courts. This is in the middle of the upper upscale Blenman Elm neighborhood, and he/she looked hungry. Coyotes, javelina, bobcats--they all manage to make their way into the downtown hoods, keeping the local fauna on their toes.