And it's good, for we opted to walk to Lacma. A mile seems longer than it used to. But we arrived an hour before the museum opens its gates. They wouldn't let us in, so we found a perch across the street. We had some trouble finding Julia a place to 'let out some used tea'. The stony faced young woman at LA Fitness would not let us use their toilets, so Julia walked a half a block away before she found someone merciful.

I'm hoping to last until museum opening. A crowd grows on the other side of the ribbon gate, waiting in the sun.