When I first saw it I instantly thought of the Flat Iron building in New York.  The very acute angle of the intersection struck me as quite similar.

Sightings of ghosts from every era in Maryland’s history have been reported at the Maryland Inn, particularly in the basement, where the foundation predates the inn. Figures in ancient uniforms have been seen coming from the direction of the iron-gated old basement wine cellar, moving toward where the cozy taproom used to beckon with its promise of companionship and beer. Employees of the inn tell stories of hearing voices in the empty dining room, catching a sudden and very strong whiff of pipe tobacco, finding objects moved inexplicably out of place, or hearing footsteps in vacant guest rooms (especially those on the fourth floor).  excerpt from whatsupmag.com

Why I believe I see the Robinsons standing there in front of the Inn.  Well, coo coo ca-choo to you Mrs Robinson.