Uncharitably, Dorothy Parker described Los Angeles as "seventy-two suburbs in search of a city." Today's mini-adventure makes me think seventy-two little communities isn't necessarily such a bad thing. Just on the other side of the 405, a few blocks from the park with the fantastic accessible Aidan's Place playground, lies Little Persia. LA has a lot of Little [Country or City], including Little Ethiopia, Little Tokyo, Little Armenia, and even more -towns, (Chinatown, Filipino Town, Thai Town, etc.) by far the biggest of which is Koreatown, which is more a district than a consolidated ethnic enclave.
Little Persia has bookstores, restaurants, travel agencies, rug dealers, music lessons, video stores, health clinics, ice cream shops, saffron, Sadaf brand spices and chick peas and pickles and rose water, detailed flyers hung up all in Farsi except for the words "Bally's Hotel," Mercedes on the street, sunglasses as hairbands, "Salaam" as greeting, young people on cell phones, old people in the aisles, well lit storefronts and dim but inviting dining rooms behind partially drawn curtains, babies, people smiling at babies, chatter, and a matter of fact everyday bustle. We had the white rose ice cream, which was sticky and delicious, but declined to pour a shot of sour cherry syrup over it.
Yesterday's run destination: around the country club
Yesterday's menu:
breakfast: cereal
lunch: hummus sandwich
dinner: Thanksgiving
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