(all images above are photographs. no artwork.....yet)
On my way to Newport Beach, I took a detour and visited my good friend Laurie in "WeHo" for lunch. She lives and works in an area that is fascinating to me, visually. Situated between Santa Monica Blvd. and Melrose Ave. on the steep hills that never quite feel earthquake-friendly, her neighborhood is an architectural soup unlike any other I've ever seen. Little Spanish-style bungalows sit across the street from modernist hipster condos, each and every one of them tucked away behind private drives and lots of flowering plants. It's a bit of a jungle. Anything can grow there and flourish. Year round. Coming from the desert, this makes my heart ache. I'll never "get" L.A. no matter how many times I'm there, but I'll always love the climate and the architecture. And the restaurants. One of which, a lovely Vietnamese cafe with outdoor seating whose name I can't recall, Laurie and I dined at Saturday afternoon. So good. Nothing beats a giant steaming bowl of phở, except maybe miso. No, phở is better. Sorry, Japan. You lose.
©Jelaine Faunce. All rights reserved.
©Jelaine Faunce. All rights reserved.
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I have wine, food and sunshine envy. In that order. I would now like to eat Vietnamese food. Now, where to find that in rural France....?
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