There's something about Little Tokyo in Los Angeles that I resonate with. Maybe because it's such a merge of Japanese and American, with mostly a Japanese spirit. I could go there every day. .
I suppose you see what you want to see, but I see a place that is trying to cultivate a political conscience. This is seen in this signage about Black Lives Matter and I also remember seeing signs to Stop Asian Hate. This statue honors Chiune Sugihara, a Japanese consul who provided "handwritten visas to thousands of Jewish refugees, and saved innocent lives during the Holocaust."
And of course there is the food, and I don't think I'll ever get bored here, even if I often visit the same place repeatedly (like Cafe Dulce'). When I saw the sign for Chinchinkurin: Hiroshima Okonomiyaki, it was closed, so I knew I had to come back at least once more when it was open. I ate it all myself! With the Takoyaki and the Okonomiyaki. If I collect anything, it's memories of Japanese soft-serve ice cream, this is matcha. Oh, and Cafe Dulce' and a bird friend.
When I take this route to Little Tokyo, it's a joy to see the flowers, which are endemic to Southern California. Downtown didn't look like this when I lived here in the 70s. Beautiful change.
I have traveled quite a bit, and am using this page to record some memories. Travel is a wonderful education, expanding your view of the world, of other cultures, of the beauty of diversity.