Descriptive Essay: Central Los Angeles

Central Los Angeles was not a place I would image to be frightening and disgusting. There were tall brick buildings and abandoned railroads ruined by colorful graffiti. Gutters and cracks on the street were bursting with the pungent smell of decaying trash as if I was in the middle of a junk yard. It was scattered with food, bags and empty grocery carts thrashing along the sidewalks where the homeless kept their belongings. The streets were overwhelming with the stench of gasoline, weed and smoke from tons of cars and people walking by. The area is known for their mouthwatering food, but the crowds were hassle, rude and infuriating. As I walked toward the food carts, its delightful fragrance lingered in the air masking the odor of the streets