Way back in October,
Jon and I were in LA.
We stayed a couple of nights in downtown LA
at the Standard.
Nearby was an open air market,
where we got some tacos and horchata.
Across the street from that market
is what claims to be the shortest railway in the world: Angels Flight.
Downtown LA is hilly.
Like big rolling hills.
And this short and cheap and touristy detour
helped us get up one of those hills.
The train wasn't packed,
and those seats in the sun were probably hot enough
to cook an egg eventually.
Jon and our horchata and leftover tacos.
If you're in the area,
I'd say that it's one kinda fun thing to do.