We were over in Glendale this morning (Alice had to get her car serviced; I suggested that we have breakfast at Porto, the Cuban cafe/pastry shop, and very good it was, too). Glendale is prime Armenian territory - often encountered as cab drivers, sometimes with very interesting stories about political corruption - but, apart from stores offering to send money to Armenia for you (doubtless at some rip-off rate), and Armenian churches, and some Armenian restaurants (definitely due for exploration), its Armenian-ness is not always easy to locate, even if (in terms of the people one encounters), it's also pervasive. So it was excellent to encounter these painted junction boxes on Brand/Lexington!
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