I just found out that Los Angeles means "the angels" hence the term "City of Angels"... it only took me 2 1/2 years.
I need to do a recap on last weekend. Our friend Melita flew in from Canada (she's Australian) after a 6 week vacation in America and Canada. We were picking her up at LAX so decided just to stay the night up in LA. We booked a hotel room in Santa Monica. The night she flew in, the 3 of us ate at Barney's Beanery. The menu is like a newspaper! So many choices. Anyway, I'm not going to ramble on with every detail about our trip, except this one thing that happened.
We took our friend to the walk of fame in Hollywood. There was a line all the way from the Gap store to Michael Jackson's star. It was very busy. We decided to go to Beverly Hills to show Melita some of the beautiful homes, and go for a walk in a nice neighborhood. We park, we're walking around the most beautiful, lush neighbourhood you've ever seen. We basked in the warmth of the day and the beauty of the area. We'd been walking for about half an hour when we came across a shrine for Michael Jackson on a random street corner. People were around it. We walk up the hill a little... there are camera crews, more shrines. We had stumbled across Michael Jackson's house just a few days after his death. How bizarre is that?! Like I said, the neighbourhood we were walking in was very luxurious, very manicured and unbelievably lovely. How bizarre that we'd stumble across his house.
LA in general was a riot - we had a fantastic time there. Walking around Santa Monica, eating the most wonderful crepes for breakfast. But our walk in Beverly Hills was the highlight. It was great to be away from the crowds and noise at Hollywood.