How Did I Miss That?

...I found myself wondering as we departed the corner of Fourth and Main. That was perhaps, the most entertaining and inspiring night I've had yet in L.A., and I've been here for nearly two years. We walked to rapid rhythms of spoons tapping old washboards and tin cups, shuffling our way through the hordes of people--in and out, and in and out. I felt like a fish, forging upstream. Galleries no bigger than an average studio apartment went on for blocks, and vendors of all kinds strategically monopolized the precious remaining sidewalk space. The crisp, cool evening smelled of cloves and incense. From the moment my feet hit that sidewalk, I could feel the air charged with creativity. I mean, I went to an art's school, so I can comprehend being around a lot of artists. But this was incredibly different. Musicians and photographers, magicians and painters, inventors and installation artists...the list just never ends.

The Downtown Art Walk--every 2nd Thursday of the month. Go. Do it.