Strolling what is fast becoming my favorite slice of DTLA, the Historic Core and particularly Main St, my husband and I were lured by the amber glow of the shop front stamped "The Lovesong." In we climbed to this jewel-box of a space, all exposed brick and birdcages in a row and an organ dripping in candle wax. There was a single bartender with pinned forties hair and a shark print chemise, serving cocktails in jars. We drank ours at one of the tables lining the back wall, admiring the floral crown moldings dancing across the ceiling and thinking of New Orleans. We were so charmed, we got our third musketeer Loryn to join us, in from a day of tinkering at her studio down the road. We had two drinks each because it's that kind of place, then went our separate ways, happy to be able to do such things in LA.