Went into downtown LA yesterday, to visit the public library where Bukowski found some solace and also discovered John Fante.
Really beautiful building, did a nice job of retaining some nice old features alongside functional design for the readers.
Then went to a really nice book shop called the last bookstore. I picked up Daniel deronda by George Eliot for 3 dollars.
Lunch was at Grand Central market. They had tamales!
From there onto Hollywood boulevard, which was closed off a bit cos they are getting ready for thd Oscars. They had the red carpet down and some plastic sheeting over the top.
From there through Le Brea to Santa Monica pier. The highlight for me was the tunnel waffle and the Zoltar machine from "Big".
And finally masala dosas and lamb biryani for dinner.
Exhausting day but I got a good sense of the city, including being stuck in traffic.
LA feels completely different to the east coast or England.
The only places I would compare it to are Mexico City, perhaps an Indian city like Bombay or Bangalore.
Roads as far as you can see, people everywhere, everything huge, flat housing, perceptible level of smog haze, planes flying by. Incredible stuff.