Los Angeles. You see it at night and it shines; a beacon.

Actually, it’s been too smoggy and misty to see the city at night.

Today, though, is beautiful.

I’m sitting in my friends’ apartment in South Pasadena, the windows open to the courtyard, letting in a breeze and the sounds of a neighbor practicing the violin.  It’s my last full day here, and there’s nothing concrete planned for the afternoon.  We’ve already been to Hollywood, Los Feliz, Burbank, and Santa Barbara.  We tasted pinot noirs at a winery, ate seafood on a pier, and cruised down Mulholland.

I see why people want to live here.