\nSomething that sticks with me so well I’ve almost certainly posted about it before is once in LA I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard, where they’ve got the walk of fame stars in black terrrazzo with glistening silver inclusions, and I was behind this really stereotypical midwestern tourist family in front of me, puffy overweight with fanny packs, and the dad said to the others “Look, the streets really are paved with broken dreams.”
The actual area there is like big buildings of a ratty but architecturally ambitious 1930s newsie-ass city with one-story retail from when it was the main streetcar corridor of LA since then turned over to tourist trinkets and seedy (with a bunch of old independent motels, it was apparently a major prostitution corridor from the 70s until just before I arrived) low rent stuff
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