Gazebo.

This gazebo was the home of a very raggedy-white hammock until late last summer. As kids, my sisters and I would pretend we were pirates, princesses, and Indians inside this gazebo. Putting on dances, plays, and mock role-playing other time periods. Now it sits empty, alone, and unimaginative but in the summer the vines grow all over like a beautiful plague and consume it's wooden structure. It looks like it belongs in a European courtyard amongst late evening diners at a hole-in-the-wall cafe.