ELA East L.A., east of the river, sun setting over the downtown skyline---Dodger Stadium, Hollywood sign lost in particulate ozone. Across Eastern Avenue, Atlantic, Valley Boulevard, breezes as if from the Grand Caymans, hot avenues waft a brilliant Caribbean glow, everything shining like avocado oil. Your face gets all sunny from summers like that, so cross the river on any of the vaulted bridges. Tourists may overlook the charms of People's History, the power of the High Low Intensity Energy Corridor, the astonishing vibrancy on Avenida Cesar Chavez. Did you bring your kayak? If it rains, opportunities for many sports suddenly zoom like sheriff helicopters. There's a million stories in the city---this is just some of them. The Chihuahua tail of desire wiggles inside. The unique borracho comes this way to tell you a secret. Pastel colored 1920s Spanish stucco boxes on the hillsides tremble here; tiny earthquakes occur almost daily. Wherever you go, feel the breeze from your life in the ELA night. Take a tour.