I’d like to raise my glass and make a toast to Los Angeles. The glass I raise is filled to the brim with a passion fruit cocktail we’ll call a mojito. Los Angeles is a lot like a passion fruit cocktail. Exotic and muddled– always brimming. You have to be a passionate person to love Los Angeles. Actor. Model. Movie Star. Whore. Temperamental Genius. She takes a bit of work. But once she gets under your skin you’ll be constantly amazed by this great city.
Sure I get sick of the traffic, the $14 cocktails, the hipsters, the vegans, the valley– all of that and more. But 9,962,789 people can’t be wrong.
Still, the people who visit Los Angeles once or twice in their lives usually hate it. The people who’ve never been here love to hate it. Los Angeles doesn’t have the visual punch of San Francisco. Its energy is different than New York or Miami. It lacks the romance of Paris or Rome. It has no real history. All its history is make believe.
The trouble LA neophytes have is this: they simply don’t know what to do or where to go. There’s no real center like most of the great cities in this world. Our centers are far flung: the beach, the mountains or somewhere in that vast space between. The best parts of LA are behind closed doors.
I live in Los Angeles and I love it. But when friends visit from out of town and ask me what they should do I often draw a blank. Sure we have the Hollywood Sign, but it’s no Eiffel Tower. When they ask, I usually say, “it depends”. So then they ask, “well where should I eat?” Again I say, “it depends”. Most get irritated but some folks get it and start opening their own doors.
Passion Fruit Cocktail
Los Angeles is a mosaic made up of so many pieces you could never examine them all. But 8 or 12 in the palm of your hand are a beautiful sight to behold. Taken all together in their great multitude they make a helluva a great place to live.
One tiny piece in this mosaic I enjoy is wandering around old neighborhoods like the one I live in. I often find inspiration for these posts, and this passion fruit cocktail is no exception. Passion fruit vines grow along neglected wood fences all over the hills where I live. Some are behind closed doors– but some are right there, ripe for the picking. GREG