On my last night in LA, I caught up with Uccellina at the Fisherman's Markets (sic?). Ucci shouted me some of the best Mexican and town and we went for a wander round this most interesting and rather chi-chi space with its fountain that bends in time to the music. Ucci was very generous and took me home to meet her partner and her cats, Arthur and Gawain. (Of course, what could be more appropriate than a blogmeet with a blogger's cats?) Afterwards, we went on a long drive around town to see the abodes of the rich and famous, along the ridge between LA and 'the valley' (including the Mulholland Drive). 
Ucci told me that the fog that hangs over the city and the valley, which I'd thought was some dreadful pall of smog, isn't just pollution but a mist that gets trapped between the mountains that the Indians observed before the whiteman came. We also went down through Beverly Hills, synonymous in my mind with the soap of similar name and also Clueless. The thing about LA it seems is that you can't go for a short trip anywhere without noticing some filmic or popular cultural reference (hence all the po-mo yada yada stuff, I guess). I was startled to go hurtling past the Viper Room on one of my bus trips round town.
LA was ok, and there certainly seemed more to plumb (esp by bus; not to mention all the things that were close when I went to see them), but I was pleased to move on...and probably also pleased to have started there before going to other places.
From your pictures, you got to both Venice Beach, and the La Brea tar pits?
Posted by: Gillian | August 18, 2006 at 01:25 PM
Yes, er thanks...in my haste, I forgot to tag them.
Posted by: elsewhere | August 19, 2006 at 04:57 AM