Los Angeles. You sprawling, shimmering, utterly uncontainable city. When I was a kid growing up in dreary, grey England, and I heard those two letters – L.A. – I did not think of a place. I thought of a feeling. An idea. The golden light that was captured and beamed to me via Beverly Hills 90210 and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. The impossible ease of it all. How beautiful life could be. I wanted what they had. Of course that was a mere grain of sand in all of what Los Angeles truly is. It’s not a melting pot so much as an entire world that somehow agreed to share a freeway system.
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