The Los Angeles that exists in my imagination, I can't seem to find. Not immediately anyway. One has to look deep. Really deep.
There are luxurious and nostalgic moments to be had while you 'island-hop' amongst the despair of dreams that has been left behind in this ironically named city. Fortunately, this past week we found a haven in south Beverly Hills and its charming 1930's architecture:
~ So long, Los Angeles ~
