Everything is now right in the world. Tata (Aunt Ann) got her hair done, and now it was time for breakfast at Cajun Kitchen. We’ll hang out until just after noon, reminiscing about all the stuff we’ve probably reminisced about before, but no matter as it’s always great to see their enthusiasm for sharing the highlights of their lives.

It’s already mid-afternoon when we pull off the freeway for some quick sightseeing in downtown Los Angeles. While there’s plenty of blight to focus on in this part of the city, that’s what I was doing back when I was growing up before I had access to a car. Today, I’m looking for striking images.

However, I’m also persuaded to take distorted self-portraits.

And more high rises.

Not to forget the beautiful older and much shorter side of Los Angeles. Enough sightseeing, time to go home.

Passing the Chuckawalla Valley State Prison outside of Blythe, California, on the way back to Arizona, you are warned not to stop for hitchhikers as they just might be escaped convicts.