The last time we were in California, we rented a house in Encino, in the Valley. Every night, we’d drive home along the 405, past the Getty Center, high on the hills above us… and we never went in. Not once. I don’t even know why.
When we got home, everyone we spoke to who’d been to LA was all, “You didn’t go to the Getty? What’s WRONG with you?” And now that we’ve been, I can totally see why, because WOW, this place is amazing. I mean, you can probably tell how much I loved it by the sheer number of photos, can’t you? Sorry about that. (Also, NOT sorry, though, because, seriously, look at those views!)
The Getty is a museum and research centre, but I’ll be honest: we went mostly for the building itself, and the amazing views of LA you get from it. I always feel like LA is the city you’re not really supposed to love: most people you talk to say it’s superficial, and complain about the heat and the smog, and OMGTHETRAFFIC. Well, the traffic is a killer, I’ll give you that, and even although the leaves are starting to fall, the heat has been intense. But I could look at that skyline forever, and I love the fact that no matter what you’re looking for, you’ll probably be able to find it somewhere down there in that sprawling mass of concrete – or in the beaches and mountains that surround it.
I think I might have found my place.