LOS ANGELES
Julie and Ed took me to the Union Train Station in Los Angeles and showed me Los Angeles along the way. After seeing Paris, London and San Francisco in the past few months Los Angeles was a blank to me. I had no idea what I would see, and still don’t. First they showed me freeway after freeway, all with five lanes in each direction with slowdowns even on a Sunday evening. Sometimes we looped up and sometimes down, over and under other freeways, more a roller coaster ride than city traffic with Julie giving directions following GPS on the screen in front of her while Ed shifted from lane to lane to lane following her guidance. You need a co-pilot in LA.
When we came in for the landing at Union Station we found ourselves in Mexico, not in LA, with shop after Mexican shop and Mexican dancers dancing in the square to Mexican music. We drank Cadillac Margaritas and ate chips with creamy guacamole and then they deposited me in Union Station for my two day, two night coach ride to New Orleans which I am still on two days later. It was a great ending to four marvelous days in and around Los Angeles.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 