The first thing I noticed about LA was how expansive a city it is, the urban sprawl is unlike anything I've seen. Low lying buildings stretch into the horizon, as far as the eye can see, with only the Hollywood hills to interrupt the line. Then I noticed the architecture, and immediately became enamored with the vintage typography, and pastel colors that coat many of this illustrious city's buildings. The vegetation was a close third for me, with neon hued blooms covering every tree, and palms stretching into the heavens. It was only then that I noticed the smog inducing traffic, and the congested highways we hear so much about.
It was in these first impressions that a new love affair began. I didn't plan to fall so hard for this city, but she opened herself up to me so sweetly that I couldn't help but love her. I found myself nestled away in Beverly Hills dreaming of ways to visit Los Angeles again soon. To spend more time in her neighborhoods, from Silver Lake and Echo Park, to Venice and Malibu. To eat in her delicious kitchens once again, and play in her busy streets. The Hollywood of the movies doesn't even touch on the hidden gems that lay within.
