No surprises here-didn’t see any honest men (or even Diogenes) or Rubin’s club, but as you may possibly note in the photo, our tale’s drug store is still down on the corner in its current incarnation as a Rite Aid.
Down the street, though, I did see my Fave House in LA, dear to me not only for her architectonic charms, but for the shocking disconnect between her and her surroundings. Like that auto dealership over there.
