Over the past couple of days my wonderful tour guide and I have spent time exploring different neighbourhoods and I have come to the conclusion that those who don't at least enjoy their time here, just aren't seeing the right things about Los Angeles.
Sunday called for a stroll around the Beverly Hills Farmer's Market before a lingering brunch and exploration of the city on foot when I went for a run.
|Beverly Hills City Hall and Library, so peaceful (especially this long weekend)|
|Fresh summer berries at the markets. Oh yes, they came home with us.|
Oh no they haven't lasted very long...
|Ben spotted this as we drove through one of the wealthy neighbourhoods.|
|Brunch at John O'Groats. The table was glass over a funky old door - loved it!|
Also coffee was perfect.
|Ben's theory is that the middle is the best anyway, so why waste energy (and tummy |
space) on the outsides? After trying it with my strawberry buckwheat pancakes I must agree!
|Spotted during my run. I love running in Beverly Hills.|
|All that's missing now are my seven dwarves...|
|A vineyard in the mountains.|
|The beautiful Jazmin (aka Mama/Razzo/Razzle Dazzle/Princess Jazmin)|
|Hidden treasures in LA.|
There is more than one reason that they call this 'tinsel town', you just need to know where to look.
Today has been another day of epic euphoria. Ben took me on my first ever motorcycle ride! (Safety first of course people). I absolutely fell in love with it and I can't wait to go again.
Ben took me on a beautiful ride through the Hollywood Hills, Topanga Canyon, Santa Monica Mountains, and through Malibu. The end of summer has baked these hills into a palate of dusty gold, violent maroon and bronze, and vibrant green. Being on a bike is really the best way to explore the hills; feeling each curve, taking in the scents of the day, feeling the currents change from dry and warm in the canyons to cool and briny by the coast. My senses went wild during our ride and I can't imagine another way of making that trip. I felt freedom.
Freedom landed us at the shore and Ben and I spent some quality time on the sand; my California man napping in the sun while I read a fabulous John Muir book about the California Mountains (fitting I feel).
Tonight Ben and I are cooking up some dinner and cracking a bottle of wine. Yes, just another perfect end to another perfect day in paradise...