Just a typical weekend in Los Angeles ...

Matt got home from China on Thursday night. I thought he'd be comatose most of the weekend, and I'd be a little emailin' and bloggin' fool. Er, not so much.

Friday went like this ... we watched the Tour de France. I'm learning all about the Pelaton and the mules and the sprinters and the mountain climbers and the jerseys. Mr. Forbes, his brother, his sister-in-law, and I are considering watching a bit of it in person in 2017, so I figure it's not too soon to get smart about the race. Plus, anything that puts me in France is oui-oui.  Next up, we went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Arts (affectionately known as LACMA, and affectionately pronounced as LOCK-muh). We are now members of four area museums, and let me just say, they are not getting a good deal on us.  In the continuing theme of France, we closely inspected a visiting exhibit called the Tomb Sculptures from the Court of Burgundy, listened in on a talk about a half dozen Monets (wait ... I'm detecting more Francophilia), and sat for a lecture about two incredibly impressive Greek sculptures (oops ... France au revoir).  We also strolled by the La Brea Tar bits. Umm ... they are pits of tar. They smell like pits of tar. Did I mention, there's a lot of tar? But a really funny thing across the street ... a long, long line of food trucks, each one food- or ethnically-themed. Too bad we'd just had a picnic, or I would have made a deposit at the peanut butter truck, for sure.  Next time ...

So Friday night, Matt was actually up for a concert at Memorial Park. We took our fifth train ride of the day (I still don't get why trains make him so happy, but I'm in) to see March Forth.

Oh.
My.
Goodness.

This band ... okay, imagine a post-apocalyptic future, a la Hunger Games or The Book of Eli or The Road. Now imagine a marching band got lost in that future ... until they came across trunks full of circus clothes and sheet music ... in New Orleans. That will give you some feel for their hellish cheerfulness.  They were seriously bizarre ... but free! Oui-oui! And they had a crowd of several hundred folks of all ages clapping and dancing, including the man who'd just returned from China.

And that was just Friday. More about Saturday and Sunday later. Right now, it's time for a cup of tea and lemon cake.