It made me realize how history-starved I am. My complaint about this town has long been that there is no history here; I've been to London and every third pub has a plaque over a corner chair reminding you that Dickens used to drink right here or Henry V killed a couple of his wives here after hours. In Los Angeles that pub would have been torn down a dozen times by now and replaced with newer, flimsier pubs. Here in this book is the evidence, the buildings that are long gone; the ones that inexplicably survive surrounded by entirely new buildings.
Lombardy has an eye for good pictures too. It's all monochrome fare from 1870-1967 (the last shot is of the first Super Bowl at the LA Coliseum) and mostly gorgeous . . . You know what? Maybe we got history after all.