Here’s the surprising truth: I am not a subway fan. It’s not because, like some Angelenos, I don’t want to be underground during an earthquake (which is actually statistically proven to be one of the safest places to be when L.A. starts shaking). It’s simply because, to me, one of the great joys of riding transit is watching the city stream by like a filmstrip, all framed and perfectly lit from the window of a bus. But when you’re car-free, traveling below ground is sometimes the only way to reach a destination, like when I ventured from my home in Silver Lake to my sister-in-law’s house via the Red Line the other day. As I began the long ascent back to street level at the North Hollywood stop, I realized that the best part about riding the subway in Los Angeles is not the ride, but the cinematic re-entry into the world above ground from the subterranean shaft below. Looking up into the late afternoon glow was like looking up to heaven. Or North Hollywood.
Alissa Walker is a writer, a gelato eater, and a walker in L.A. She shares an experience from her adventures around town at CityThink each Wednesday. Follow her daily on Instagram at @awalkerinLA, on Twitter, or at her blog, and use the hashtag #betteroffped to share your own photographs of walking in L.A.