I’ve come to accept that I’ll never really understand LA. It’s a large — so large — enigma, this baffling, inexplicable seaside town. It’s so easily stereotyped by everyone who doesn’t live there, but even those who do live there have difficulty summing it up. It’s unknowable.
I deal with this mostly by not talking about our trips to LA. Because I don’t get it, as a city. This past weekend, we headed down for another wedding and our strategy was akin to those folks who head for a weekend in New Orleans and head for the closest Red Lobster. We sought out familiar comforts, flying into Burbank so that we could take the Metrolink straight into downtown. Where we walked to our hotel, walked to dinner, walked to brunch.
Is this LA? It’s so diverse that everyone just pretends that it’s the city they want it to be?
