Palm Sunday 2006
Waves upon waves. A sea of humanity gushed all over the streets in downtown L.A. Near Chinatown, along Cesar Chavez Blvd., near El Pueblo ("Olvera Street"). Some white, mostly brown folks. Families. Teenagers. Little kids. Strollers. Blue jeans and party dresses.
Only today, no banners supporting immigrants. No honking cars. No Mexican/Salvadoran/Guatemalan flags.
Every other person or so carried a small cross fashioned from palm fronds. Every tenth person or so carried what to a Jew like me looked like a lulav, a palm branch.
Driving anyplace near Our Lady of the Angels was an ordeal—great for people-watching, but hard to move without harming the people one watched. This went on for blocks and blocks. No right turn, ever. Don't even bother going through your green light. Just wait.
Favorite sight:
Peeking into one of the busses (while I was stuck in traffic perpendicular to it), and seeing a woman in a deep pink dress with flowers all around her neck.
Only today, no banners supporting immigrants. No honking cars. No Mexican/Salvadoran/Guatemalan flags.
Every other person or so carried a small cross fashioned from palm fronds. Every tenth person or so carried what to a Jew like me looked like a lulav, a palm branch.
Driving anyplace near Our Lady of the Angels was an ordeal—great for people-watching, but hard to move without harming the people one watched. This went on for blocks and blocks. No right turn, ever. Don't even bother going through your green light. Just wait.
Favorite sight:
Peeking into one of the busses (while I was stuck in traffic perpendicular to it), and seeing a woman in a deep pink dress with flowers all around her neck.
posted by laurelpaley at 11:52 PM
1 Comments:
That'll teach you to drive when you should be walking...
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