I wrote a post about this spot last year. Just north of downtown. Lincoln Heights. I called it the bones of the city. Because in my mind I think of it as the nerve center, command headquarters. It's one of those places where ugly and beautiful meet in a perfectly executed piece of visual poetry. The freeways converge here. And so do the rivers – The Arroyo Seco and the Los Angeles River hemmed in by concrete walls. You gotta walk up a narrow staircase lined with piss and vinegar to get to this spot. Trains roar by filled with people. Cars, mostly containing one person, scream past on their way to somewhere. Who wants to go shopping when you can come HERE? My sister agrees.
Afterwards we scooted across the Broadway Bridge into Chinatown for
She left already, but I'm still thinking about everything we did.