Nestled beneath the antique skyline of downtown, cradled by twisting pedestrian streets, Union Station is an archeological testament to the Los Angeles that could have been. Its opulent architecture seems an optimistic, manifest destiny echo of Grand Central; its throne-like, art deco waiting chairs represent the ideal of community emerging from public service. The spacious courtyards are mostly empty, though, and since Amtrak is the new Greyhound, Union Station’s present fate is to be home to the shadow population of Los Angeles, those who have inherited downtown after the close of business. Stranded 15 miles from the Pacific, downtown Los Angeles was doomed from groundbreaking to fail at being the center of anything, but today it lives on as a museum of an alternate history, and a really fun place to kick it after hours.
Also, Theron and Wren are fun to hang out with.
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