The local school district scheduled a voluntary in-service day for the teachers on the day after Halloween, which meant a day off for the students. A. invited a friend and the three of us headed downtown.
Our first stop was to see the see the fountain that contains bits and pieces, mostly large glass and ceramic shards, found during the excavation of the area known as Chinatown when the station was being built. Someone fixing the fountain explained this to us and then took us over to the just-right spot to watch the
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light sticks that subliminally create images and words. I enjoyed reading more about the artist and the art here. |
Once we made our way through the station we wandered on Olvera Street, including our annual visit to
Avila Adobe, to the oldest house in L.A. It hasn't changed since last time.
We were not in town in the evening for the
Dia de los Muertos festival, but several shrines were set up, including one that included a display in memory of pets.
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As we walked to Little Tokyo we passed public art in front of almost every building. I had never notice this mosaic and learned more from this blog. |
As we admired a little garden we asked the parking lot attendant if it was okay to look around. He said if we were curious we could go ring the doorbell and go inside to see the sanctuary. Sure, why not?, was the consensus. We were treated to a intimate tour and explanation of Buddhism of
this temple. I wasn't comfortable taking a picture, but the one above is from their website.
We finally made it to the shopping area where the teens had fun exploring the plushies, the
funko pops, the mechanical pencils, the everything.
I liked the art and the haiku wall.
We ate lunch at one of Jonathan Gold's top 101 restaurants in L.A. (and possibly the only one I have ever heard of),
Grand Central Market. For the first time ever there was not a shockingly long line at Eggslut so the boys gave it a try. They were proud that they did not buy the $3 Cokes but went to a small vendor and bought $1 Pepsis instead.
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| Angel's Flight recently re-opened and we rode it up the hill, but I totally regretted it. Each time it stopped I thought it would go crashing down and we would be the reason it was closed again. |
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| Once at the top I decided we should go to the Wells Fargo Museum since they had never been there and I hadn't been in over ten years. Going when there is no field trip meant we had the whole place to ourselves. |
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| We waited in this spot for the bus take us back to Union Station. |
It was a great day and I would not have changed anything we chose to do. Just as with each visit I wondered to myself why I don't do it more often.