Ra Paulette is still alive, still carving things, and still not taking your calls. The tours are limited—you have to book way in advance, like trying to get a table at a cool brunch spot. But it’s worth the effort.
You’ll leave with dirt in your shoes, a story to tell, and a weird urge to pick up a sharp rock and start chipping your own basement wall. Don’t do that. But do go. Because sometimes the best escape from a crazy world is just walking into a crazy man’s dream.
And if you find a little alcove with a round window and a patch of afternoon sun—that’s the spot. Sit there. Nod at the silence. You’ll smile. I promise.
