Hello there, lover of old Los Angeles and the colorful places where grim fate sets its traps. Have you wondered what’s doing with Thelma Todd’s Beach Cafe, recently sold for a lowball $6 Million and its future uncertain? We sure have.

We stopped by this week, and found the old gal stripped to the studs, with a crew on the roof putting down a new crop of red Spanish tiles. Banners on the facade advertise Creative Office + Ocean Views +/- 15,000 RSF. Interested? Call CBRE (310) 550-2639.

Happily, the vintage details that we know from past visits with longtime in-house curator, Father Frank Desiderio of Paulist Productions, appear mostly intact, from the rusted iron gates to the gay tiled arch to the yellow glass paneled doors that led into Joya’s, the mobbed-up nightclub on the second floor.

This bodes well for a respectful revamp of this lovely landmark, which is unprotected by any historic preservation ordinance. But any savvy developer knows these jazz age relics are priceless.

Here’s how she looked on a muggy morning, stripped to her bones for perhaps the first time since the Castellammare development was carved into the shaky hillside, almost a hundred years ago. She’s a beautiful thing with a lot of life left in her, even though there’s no place to park.

L.A. historian Richard Schave beneath some of his favorite tiles.

Through this rusty gate passed some of the most colorful characters in old L.A.

Vintage handrail with the etched glass Joya’s nightclub doors above.

To the right of the entryway, the long vacant cafe space is stripped.

To the left of the entryway, arches march away to the north.

A small apartment above the cafe.

A small apartment above the cafe (detail).

Rear facade, from the hillside near where Thelma Todd died.

Roofers at work, seen from the Castellammare bridge over PCH.