La Brea Tar Pits, Los Angeles
We first made our way to the La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles. This is an area on Wilshire Blved. Where tar has oozed up from fissures in the ground and spread out over the ground in scattered pools. The pools have been there for at least 40,000 years. Every once in awhile an animal would get caught in the tar and so, their bones are preserved for later study.
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Arthur, Leonard, & Kerstin, La Brea Tar Pits
Researchers have found thousands of extinct species including saber toothed cats, mammoths, mastodons, giant sloths, Dire Wolves, snub-nosed bears, ancient horses, even ancient camels. They are still excavating the pits, so who knows what else they will find!
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La Brea Tar Pits |

La Brea Tar Pits |
LACMA
We then walked over to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) where we saw a fantastic exhibition of costumes, many of them designed by Erte, lots of paintings, some fine early American portraits and furniture, and some beautiful Japanese works.
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Arthur, LACMA |
Leonard Trawick & Arthur Luehrmann, LACMA |
Leonard Trawick & Arthur Luehrmann, LACMA |
LACMA |
After the LACMA, we tried to go to the ___, but it wasn’t going to be open. We called the Disney Concert Hall and made appointments for tomorrow morning for a tour. We wanted to go to a place near Watts for the Farmer John factory which has a big mural of pigs which Leonard wanted to see, but it was too far to get to before they’d close, so we drove to a local Farmers Market, but that was a) pretty skimpy, b)it was raining like crazy, so we went to Martha’s choice: The Museum of Jurassic Technology, which had been recommended by Ants ___. Unfortunately, they are closed M-W, so that was a wash-out, too. So, home to the motel.
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Museum of Jurassic Technology, LA |
Out to dinner. Once again we tried the Armenian-Russian restaurant. This time we were rebuffed by yet another barely-English-speaking tough guy. We are beginning to think that this is not a restaurant at all but a front for the Russian mafia. So we went about 2 miles up Vermont Blvd. To the Yong Su San Korean Restaurant, where we were seated in a little private room with a buzzer to call our waitresses, and treated to a sumptuous banquet of dozens of fabulous dishes that I could not begin to describe.
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