We had a wonderful Shabbos with our friends in LA, and come Sunday morning, I was genuinely surprised to see that, as of yet, we have not received a parking ticket.  We have a visitor permit, put even so, I was sure that somehow parking enforcement would find something…..

This morning we walked about a mile and a half from the RV in LA to the La Brea Tar Pits in Hancock Park.  The naturally occurring tar pits preserved Ice-Age mammals, insects, and plants.  We visited the museum at the tar pit site:

We had arranged to meet Ariza, our friend from Portland, and her daughter at the museum.  Together we contemplated the tar lake, watching methane bubbling up:

The tar just bubbles up to the surface:

Here’s some tar pushing up through the grass:

My cousin Melissa joined us at the tar pits, and after Ariza said goodbye we headed up Fairfax and had pizza, then returned to the tar pits, for next door is LACMA, Los Angeles’ art museum:

The most interesting exhibit was the sculpture Metropolis II, a huge “marble run” for matchbox cars.

Thankfully, Melissa took us home so we didn’t have to walk back in the dark.