It's got a coffee bar in it. No one goes to porn shops for spelling or grammar. Unless they've got a fetish or something. We went up the Pacific Coast Highway, through Malibu and Topanga Canyon, and back through Santa Monica Canyon. L.A. confounds and amazes me.
Space seems to compress and expand.
There's no real center. You can just as easily find a major corporate office 20 miles in any direction. Yet right in the very center of things, between the Valley and Santa Monica, there's another world of ranches and hippies and silence and horses. And it's at least 20 degrees hotter in the canyons. It's 800 cities in one, and yet even that one city doesn't add up.