Thursday night, we went to the Downtown Los Angeles Artwalk. It was our first trip downtown (I know, we've been here for over four months and we just now made it downtown?!) and our first trip to a food truck (except for Ryan, because he's a cheater-face and went for lunch at work the other day). It was also our first trip to Skid Row. We drove past the Los Angeles Mission right around 5:30 and the crowd of homeless men and women waiting to be served dinner was staggering. Coming from mid-Missouri, we're really unfamiliar with the idea of a homeless community. Even in St. Louis, we just didn't see the same level of poverty.
It's really sad to see, and at the same time it's intriguing.
I'm sure every person standing in that food line had a past full of stories.
Probably much more interesting stories than those in my own past.
I'm sure a lot of them have great talents, if they could just get up on their feet again.
After driving around to get ourselves oriented within the area, we found the food trucks
and checked out all the menus before deciding where to eat.
I had a falafel bowl and Ryan got a gyro.
Clearly we should have been born in Greece.
And then we ventured out into the Artwalk, which is essentially one night each month
when galleries stay open late and artists, designers and street performers showcase their work.
I should mention that we're not really art connoisseurs.
Ryan's an engineer, which tells you a lot, and I always find myself intimidated by art.
But I have the utmost respect for other people who are also trying to make it in creative fields,
and I sometimes find writing inspiration in a good piece of artwork.
We didn't buy anything this time (I'm still wide-eyed over how much money
we spent eating out with our visitors over the past week)
but it definitely made for a fun and interesting evening out.
Two thumbs up! I'd do it again.