A cable railroad, especially one on a mountainside, in which ascending & descending cars are counterbalanced.
Once upon a time,
Los Angeles was a town full of Victorians, trees, oil barracks and horse-drawn carriages. As it grew, it needed to move its growing number of residents: 1910, enter Angel's Flight. Its sole purpose is transporting Angelinos from Hill St. to Grand St. without having to climb the steep stairs, or worse, find their way up another way.
Angel's Flight sits at the top of California Plaza, a slightly sad early 2000's space that has a Starbucks, a water feature, and is probably full of suits during Corporate America's lunchtime. While you can't ride Sinai and Olivet (the track's two cars) anymore, or at least for the time being, you can get some cardio in and climb the adjacent stairs. Usually filled with tourists and locals alike, you might pass by some youth thinking they're getting away with smoking pot in public. I have a feeling at night that the stairs are a different story.
One of my favorite parts of the climb is the sudden reveal of a lovingly cared-for residential garden, undoubtedly tended to by the elderly residents of the garish apartment complex flanking the funicular.