There was a steady flow of bicycles, roller bladers, joggers and walkers. I walked about a mile and a half up the beach and back again, letting the waves lap at my toes, and watching the seagulls and sandpipers - the former standing patiently, the latter pattering about in the wet sand. A cloudless day. Except for the hotels, this part of Santa Monica seems rather lowrise. There are a lot of street people here.
Every park bench seems to have someone lying on it.
A lot of men with pony tails. Both men and women have a hard look to them. I have never seen so many hair salons in one small area before. This hotel must cater to the German tourist market. The waitress is German.