The land to the south …

… looks dry, …

… spotted with reservoirs …

… of valuable liquids, …

… its colors merging into the retro charm …

… of the station I arrive in …

… and the subway …

… that takes me to the Boulevard.

In the morning I follow the road …

… into the hills …

… to see …

… the word.

I go  …

… downtown …

… that looks …

… deserted …

… with a few …

… exceptions.

Another train …

… takes me to …

… a part of town …

… with bright alleyways …

… and people …

… on the streets …

… and in the parks.

A few more trains …

… take me to the sea, …

… where, after a long day of long distances, I realize  …

…  wings would be nice. I guess that is why they call it the City of Angels.