And when I wasn’t looking at signs, one of the few touristy things I did in Los Angeles was visit the La Brea Tar Pits and the George C. Page Museum.
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Way back in the 1940s, on a double date, we decided to visit the LaBrea Tarpits. Those were the days when you walked along a path by the open pits, taking your chances. Now, it is fancied up, with a museum and protective fences to keep you from falling in. The last time I saw them, it was safer, but not as interesting.
Amazing…I can only imagine how many people would be up to their armpits without that fence now.