The first time I visited LA (2001), I flew in and got the usual tourists' tour, which was good and all.
The second time (2003), I was on Amtrak, coming from Florida. We'd been on the train for like three days, woke up somewhere around Indio at dawn and watched out the window as we slowly creeped from the desert into the city. It was as you said — tiny homes crammed up against the rail line, rail sidings full of industrial equipment. It seemed weird; I'd never really thought about traditional industry in Southern California before that.
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Date: 2008-09-29 12:49 pm (UTC)The second time (2003), I was on Amtrak, coming from Florida. We'd been on the train for like three days, woke up somewhere around Indio at dawn and watched out the window as we slowly creeped from the desert into the city. It was as you said — tiny homes crammed up against the rail line, rail sidings full of industrial equipment. It seemed weird; I'd never really thought about traditional industry in Southern California before that.