These couple of weeks past have been devoted to navigating out-of-town nomads through the titillating cityscape upon their landing on La La Land's loveliness,
particularly, the Houston-hailed sister-cousin, with whom I daily embarked on a premeditated traipse through my most preferred pockets of the City of Angels:
Downtown's metropolitan hub, with its aesthetically astounding cornucopia of historic turn-of-the-century edifices and ritzy contemporary skyscrapers,
home to entertainment megaplex
LA Live,
the
Valley's
Disney Studios, situated all properly cushy as one of the
Big Six major film studios in Tinseltown, to which we attained unrestricted backstage access thanks to a dear
chum,
Santa Monica's balmy beach-centric utopia (at which we
inaugurated the Angeleno adventure the week prior)
WeHo's
Sunset Strip's bougie and notorious papparazzi-ridden razzle dazzle of celeb culture,
Venice's irresistibly charming bohemian
and heartstring-tugging artsiness of
Abbot Kinney,
Echo Park's
Angelino Heights' preserved 19th century
Victorian era manors, evocative of
San Francisco's
Painted Ladies counterparts sans undulating hilliness,
Silver Lake's hipster vibe that permeates the precinct's entirety, through which I rambled with Ms. Purple,
the
Westside's
Sawtelle for
froyo loitering,
and, of course, the
LAbode
and elsewhere for relaxin' and maxin' out familial merriment.
I'm rather partial towards showcasing to vagabonds the entrancing cultural hotspot that is Los Angeles, and you can bet a substantive aspect of the culture-exposing comprised of partaking in epicurean edibles at my most favored eateries in all of the aforementioned LA neighborhoods and more, including Westwood, Palms, Beverly Hills, Brentwood,
WeHo, and Century City, which shall congest the following
post like the nefarious
405 during rush hour (which I must now confront with a sinking heart). There's much so much to love about La La Land, indeed.
particularly, the Houston-hailed sister-cousin, with whom I daily embarked on a premeditated traipse through my most preferred pockets of the City of Angels:
Downtown's metropolitan hub, with its aesthetically astounding cornucopia of historic turn-of-the-century edifices and ritzy contemporary skyscrapers,
home to entertainment megaplex LA Live,
the Valley's Disney Studios, situated all properly cushy as one of the Big Six major film studios in Tinseltown, to which we attained unrestricted backstage access thanks to a dear chum,
Santa Monica's balmy beach-centric utopia (at which we inaugurated the Angeleno adventure the week prior)
WeHo's Sunset Strip's bougie and notorious papparazzi-ridden razzle dazzle of celeb culture,
Venice's irresistibly charming bohemian
and heartstring-tugging artsiness of Abbot Kinney,
Echo Park's Angelino Heights' preserved 19th century
Victorian era manors, evocative of San Francisco's Painted Ladies counterparts sans undulating hilliness,
Silver Lake's hipster vibe that permeates the precinct's entirety, through which I rambled with Ms. Purple,
the Westside's Sawtelle for froyo loitering,
and, of course, the LAbode
and elsewhere for relaxin' and maxin' out familial merriment.
I'm rather partial towards showcasing to vagabonds the entrancing cultural hotspot that is Los Angeles, and you can bet a substantive aspect of the culture-exposing comprised of partaking in epicurean edibles at my most favored eateries in all of the aforementioned LA neighborhoods and more, including Westwood, Palms, Beverly Hills, Brentwood, WeHo, and Century City, which shall congest the following post like the nefarious 405 during rush hour (which I must now confront with a sinking heart). There's much so much to love about La La Land, indeed.
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what you do to harrison and johnny? lol
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