Before this visit, I had only passed through LA in transit 20 years ago, couriering a consignment of historical objects and paintings. We had landed at LAX and then transferred the consignment to an enormous truck and set off by road to San Diego. My colleague rode in the truck, whilst I rode in the police escort with two fully armed LAPD officers.
This visit was purely for pleasure, so we took the hop on hop off bus tours to make the most of our short visit to the city and hired a Ford Mustang Convertible to drive up the PCH to Malibu and beyond.
Santa Monica Pier at night looked more sophisticated than the slightly tawdry funfair atmosphere during the day. The pier’s wooden planks and steps are witness to the millions of footfalls each year, wearing into rich textures and shiny raised nail heads.
Wiltshire boulevard from the top of an old London double-decker bus, with its roof removed, complete with the textured cigarette stubbing out plates on the back of each seat.
LA Eyeworks took pity on the patient punters queuing for their sunglasses sale and lent them all colourful Chinese parasols – what a delightful scene.