We drove home at the end of an afternoon riding the subway out to North Hollywood and decided the best stop was the first one - the bar at Union Station. As you get to the train stops past downtown, the areas get more kitschy (or just tacky). Hollywood is kinda dog-eared and smells like urine. NOHO is new and just feels like it was pulled out of any newly created urban space and plunked down n the Valley. Most of the people we saw there were headed to a new bar that was showing MMA 101.
Driving the ten freeway we came through what was, probably once, the heart of West Adams, but we couldn't see the mansions from the road. Just lots of palms and an incredible sunset. Something like this. Except from farther away.
One good think about the bad air here - great sunsets. And old neighborhoods marked with palm trees like tall grass in an unkept cemetary.
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