LA is weird. Well downtown is at least. We arrived here from San Fran last Tuesday after a memorable Greyhound Bus experience which included the bus breaking down 5 times and smells that can't be unsmelt (the rumours were true).
It just felt empty. The roads are all four enormous lanes wide with virtually no cars on them, there's hardly anyone on the street and yet somehow I saw more of those horrible fucking Hover Boost things in 3 days than I have in my whole life.
It felt a bit like Canary Wharf after dark, but in the middle of the day. There all these huge plazas which are quite incredible 'public' spaces but all totally empty. There was an idea there, the people just didn't quite catch on - perhaps it's more like Melbourne's docklands.
That said, we made the most of our time there. We checked out Union Station and then moved on to Olvera Street which is crammed with Mexican stalls and restaurants which peaked our excitement about heading to Mexico. Of course California was once Spanish and then became part of Mexico after it achieved independence. Avila Adobe, is a house on the street, restored to a period when the area was a cattle ranch that provided an interesting history for Los Angels and certainly made it clear that the US invaded the area and took it from Mexico during the Mexican–American War.
From there we wandered down Grand Ave to the Walt Disney Concert Hall which was designed by Frank Gehry (who also built/designed the Guggenheim in Bilbao) and I loved. It has folds which you can get up into and walk around it. I think we were the only people there exploring it that weren't on some sort of photo shoot.
The next day saw us heading back down Grand Ave to MoCA and it's impressive collection of modern and contemporary art which we both enjoyed.
From there we basically cruised around downtown going from happy hour to happy hour which included a game or ten pin bowling.
We'll return to LA in a week or so to have a look at Hollywood and Santa Monica.