So I have now left L.A and am hanging out in the colder shores of San Francisco. I enjoyed the whole Los Angeles lifestyle: dining, lunching, mani +pedi, contemporary art, driving around (hey I did get behind the wheel for like 5 minutes!). And the sunshine!
I haven’t cooked a meal since I have left Paris, and you know what, I’m not missing it that much. Maybe I’m not a housewife-type after all.
And of course, paying hommage to the amazing Salvatore Cusato today. RIP dude!
So I have arrived in Los Angeles. I kind of almost enjoyed the 11h30 flight, which went by quite quickly : watched 3 movies, read 5 magazines, slept 1h, had 2 meals, 1 haagen dasz ice cream (thanks Air France!)
I find L.A to be a slap in the face kind of sensation, but not as much as New York is a slap in the face when you first see it.
Today I took the metro, and also the bus, and found the whole process pretty easy. I also walked and walked a lot, ate lunch in cafe in Los Feliz which the “Rough Guide to California” refers to as Hipster Haven (‘Fred 62’) and bought books in a nerdy lesbian bookstore.
Life is good. It’s 26°C and sunny and it’s like I have taken a time-capsule into summer. Richard is super nice and is letting me crash his sexy loft. He has driven me to Pinkberry too. Ha!
I keep trying to find cute squares, or maybe a cafe in a quiet street with pavement seating, where I could just, read my book and enjoy the sun. I guess in this sense I am too European and can never let go of the cafe lifestyle. I never found any of the above-do they not exist here, or can someone point me in the right direction?
I did sit in a cute park though, and I was just sipping on my pomegranate, apple and banana juice, reading my book about hipsters (lol) thinking that it was safe to finally light up a Lucky Strike, when the park attendant told me the park was non-smoking. WTF?