Two days in Los Angeles was all it took for me to fall in love. Of course, I’d been there before – but this time felt different, right down to my bones. I set no foot near Rodeo Drive or the Hollywood sign. I kept close to the neighborhoods that I connected with most, and I distinctly felt my experience shift away from that of all my previous visits. The city emanated a feeling that felt exciting yet simultaneously familiar, and more than ever before, I connected to what LA has to offer. In the course of a weekend, LA became a city I could imagine embracing as a home.
Day 1 ☆
After a failed attempt to visit the Griffith Observatory, Saturday was spent along the sidewalks of Melrose Avenue, day and night. Quintessential food and coffee was tasted at Urth Café and Alfred Coffee, only to be worked off by exploration of residential streets. Palm trees were admired and photographed, as were sidewalks, storefronts (my favorite being the Reformation), and almost everything else the daylight touched.
Day 2 ☆
Abbot Kinney, Venice Beach, Santa Monica. What can I say? You captured my heart, and I’ll never forget this day. Clear of smog and drenched in sunlight, the streets of these large-scale, small beach towns showed off their endearing quirks and deepest corners. A feast at the Butcher’s Daughter, followed by coffee at Intelligentsia Coffee. Half an hour spent in Tumbleweed & Dandelion, admiring home décor that only older versions of ourselves could afford. A search for the Unlikely Florist, only to discover his whimsical flower truck took the day off. Beaches were appreciated and daydreams of living among the canals were heavily discussed. A trip down Main Street in Santa Monica was followed by a stop at Salt & Straw back on Abbot Kinney for some heavenly ~vegan~ ice cream. The perfect end to a perfect trip.
LA – I’ll be back. Until then, I’ll have portraits and clips of you to sustain my anticipation for when that moment comes.
Words and Photography by Megan Munroe.
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