We spent last weekend, MLK weekend, in Los Angeles. Doreen had wanted to see a show of early medieval art and manuscripts (lots of Giotto) at the J. Paul Getty museum. So that was our excuse.
We flew over on a United Boeing 757. An old 757. But, it got us there just as quickly as a new 787 would have, with a lower potential for bursting into flame over Death Valley. Interestingly enough, this is probably our last flight as "Global Services" invitation only frequent flyers. As far as I know, it is the highest level on United - though there just may be a super-duper secret level that I am unaware of. They let you get on the plane first, but that is about it. Oh, well. The rest of this year I go back to a 1K (100,000 mile) level.
We found LA quite easy to navigate. Now, that does not mean that we did not see traffic. But Doreen
was a great navigator, and we got where we were going in every case.
The show at the museum (above) was pretty good. I am no medievalist, but Doreen (who is) seemed to enjoy it. The museum itself was probably worth the trip, just to see how over the top it is. There are hundreds of thousands of square feet of galleries, and the grounds are also amazing.
They don't charge you to get into the museum, but you have to pay $15 for parking. (15 minutes or 15 hours, it is still $15) Then you take a tram up to the museum. If you ever need to kill some time in LA, take The 405 up to the Getty. It is worth it. (and why do they say "THE" 405? we don't say The 610 here in Houston.)
After the museum we ran into a little traffic as we were getting back to our hotel (view from the bar, above) in Santa Monica. It is a cool building (see next post) and it used to be an old folks home. Beachfront was not valued in 1926 the way it is today (when you fly out of LAX if your flight path is right, you can see an oil refinery and a sewage treatment plant right on the beach. Oh boy!
We had dinner that night (our fanciest dinner) at Fig, quite a nice place.
We started off with Stuffed Honey Dates (stuffed with blue cheese and walnuts). We followed that with their Chicken Liver Parfait, a chopped salad, and finally the meat loaf.
We had a bottle of a nice Oregon Pinto Noir, and then walked home.
We walked past the Santa Monica Pier, which is the end of Route 66. We liked that (not the beginning?) but thought that few people younger than us would even know what Route 66 was.
Then we went to bed.
We flew over on a United Boeing 757. An old 757. But, it got us there just as quickly as a new 787 would have, with a lower potential for bursting into flame over Death Valley. Interestingly enough, this is probably our last flight as "Global Services" invitation only frequent flyers. As far as I know, it is the highest level on United - though there just may be a super-duper secret level that I am unaware of. They let you get on the plane first, but that is about it. Oh, well. The rest of this year I go back to a 1K (100,000 mile) level.
We found LA quite easy to navigate. Now, that does not mean that we did not see traffic. But Doreen
was a great navigator, and we got where we were going in every case.
The show at the museum (above) was pretty good. I am no medievalist, but Doreen (who is) seemed to enjoy it. The museum itself was probably worth the trip, just to see how over the top it is. There are hundreds of thousands of square feet of galleries, and the grounds are also amazing.
They don't charge you to get into the museum, but you have to pay $15 for parking. (15 minutes or 15 hours, it is still $15) Then you take a tram up to the museum. If you ever need to kill some time in LA, take The 405 up to the Getty. It is worth it. (and why do they say "THE" 405? we don't say The 610 here in Houston.)
After the museum we ran into a little traffic as we were getting back to our hotel (view from the bar, above) in Santa Monica. It is a cool building (see next post) and it used to be an old folks home. Beachfront was not valued in 1926 the way it is today (when you fly out of LAX if your flight path is right, you can see an oil refinery and a sewage treatment plant right on the beach. Oh boy!
We had dinner that night (our fanciest dinner) at Fig, quite a nice place.
We started off with Stuffed Honey Dates (stuffed with blue cheese and walnuts). We followed that with their Chicken Liver Parfait, a chopped salad, and finally the meat loaf.
We had a bottle of a nice Oregon Pinto Noir, and then walked home.
We walked past the Santa Monica Pier, which is the end of Route 66. We liked that (not the beginning?) but thought that few people younger than us would even know what Route 66 was.
Then we went to bed.
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