Another beautifully ordinary piece of non-modern LA - a fire escape somewhere on S. Hoover Street, on my way home. I'm trying to catch up with a whole lot of Los Angeles reading this summer, for the main reason that it's something that I promised myself when I arrived here, and it's Walter Mosley and John Fante for starters (though with Fante, I'm still in Colorado). So here's some architectural detail to go with the reading, I doubt it ever is quite as meteorologically hot in May in any of these novels as it was today ...
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