Live From La La Land

For anyone who has been brave enough to spend a holiday in Los Angeles, I salute you. And then I ask, "What on earth did you do in LA?" and then maybe, "How did you get around?"

The City of Angels is scattered, cluttered, dirty, pristine, horrific and sublime. It's understandable when someone says they aren't fond of my current hometown, but one should never say LA isn't a lovely city. It is. You just have to know where to look. She's kind of shy that way. Unlike Paris, a city loudly proclaiming her beauty, sensuality and wonderment at every possible turn, Los Angeles is for those who prefer inside jokes.

And so I introduce you to some of my favorite parts of Los Angeles.

Urth Caffe, 6:30ish Friday Night


Peet's., 10ish Saturday Morning
Wow, they do good coffee.


Hollywood Sign by way of Laurel Canyon and Mulholland Drive, 11ish


The Alcove in Los Feliz, 1ish




Echo Park, 4:30ish


Hollywood again, 6ish



Chateau Marmont, look-like-you-know-what-you're-doing walk-thru, 7ish



Meltdown Comics, 8ish


Birds, dinner and making friends with the people at table next to us, 8:45ish


Amoeba Records, 10ish


Sleep, so we could conquer Santa Monica on a Sunday, 1ish