First, you go see the Angels Flight Railway, the shortest railroad in the world (and probably the steepest). It’s not functioning right now, so you can’t take a ride, but you can look at it.
Then, you walk across the street to the Grand Central Market. You poke around at the various stalls, looking at all the food and weird stuff.
You didn’t even realize you were hungry, but now you’re starved! So you get some tamales and plantains and chicken stew at the Salvadoran stall.
Properly fortified, you head out of the market and go next door, to a place that sells candles, votives, sacred objects and Santeria stuff.
Then, you stroll down Broadway, gawking at all the amazing old theaters, most of which still have their marquees even though they aren’t in business anymore. You pop in and out of stores along the way, checking out the goods from rows of candy-colored accordions to rainbow-bright quincanera dresses.
You kind of start to feel like you’re in New York.
And then you end up at the Millennium Biltmore Hotel. High tea, anyone? Or perhaps a martini?
And that is how you spend a Thursday downtown.