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This past Thursday, Nate and I took the metro into downtown LA for the monthly art walk event. Dozens of business and stark empty halls transform into colorful displays as dusk approaches. First, we found our way to the menagerie of food trucks nestled tightly together in vacant parking lots. Now full with colorful doors and windows shaping an eclectic food court, we were almost paralyzed by our options: pulled pork, creative wraps, dim sum, fusion tacos. It was a feast for the eyes, ears, and nose for sure. After our bellies were content from the Lobster Truck and French Fried Chicken Truck, we meandered through the different art galleries. We pondered the meaning of someone taking old scraps and binding them together with glue and paint to make a wonderful art statement. We were also struck by the notion that in a city struggling to redefine itself, we were instantly handed maps to art walk despite the others walking by too. Did we stick out that much?
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