EXT. - PARAMOUNT ZOO - NOON
The entry to the Paramount Zoo reminded Gerri of going on a safari, if part of Africa was suddenly transported to the California countryside. The gate attendant's tacky uniform did nothing to disguise the fact he carried about fifty extra pounds and likely needed a visit to the dentist before too long. She flashed her badge, to which he tilted his safari hat and gestured for her to drive through the narrow lane.
Tall gates resembling a village construct with lashed together logs supporting an arching sign welcomed visitors to Paramount Zoo met with her scrutiny. Gerri parked the Charger in the large lot and followed a family of an overburdened mother and father and extra hyper kids to the walkway and entry. One touch of the "wood" and Gerri had her answer to the mystery of the perfectly sculpted entry. Poured concrete, formed and painted to look like nature.
So California.