From tar pits to pizza

We started Monday morning at the La Brea tar pits, which looks like a regular old pond but definitely smells like tar. The replicas of woolly mammoths are a little sad (and also kind of weird for some reason). I guess it helps one to imagine the types of creatures that used to hang around there.

There's also a huge fence going around the pit (I squeezed my camera lens between the grates, but trust me, it's there) which reminds you that you could actually still succumb to the same fate as the poor guy in the first photo if they let you get too close.

I didn't go inside the Page Museum but they have a cool roof.

Following the tar pits, we ventured over to the Original Farmer's Market for lunch. Which was amazing. If you haven't been there, it's not so much a farmer's market as a huge open-air cafeteria with various awesome food vendors, surrounded by a mall. I ate a mashed potato and poblano burrito. Enough said.

How many farmer's markets have a barber shop?

We spent the rest of the day shopping in West Hollywood, though I didn't buy much. I did love these colorful chairs in front of the OK Store but they probably cost more than I'd be willing to pay. Plus, I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't have fit under the seat on the plane.

Outside the Family bookstore. The sign above the door was painted by comic artist Ron Rege Jr. At least it sure looks like it was.

We ended the day at Pizzeria Mozza. Pretty good but it's still no Di Fara. They did have really fun placemats though.