Extremely young and incredibly cool

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It’s raining sideways, street gutters are full, mud is sliding, pedestrians are dripping—where are we: Tacoma, Houston? No siree—it’s LA, land of sunshine, movie stars, and $250,000,000 spec homes. We flew here on a whim and on expiring frequent flyer points to get a little warmth (Hah!), go the the “Creature” exhibit at The Broad and watch a few horsies run around the track at Santa Anita. 

Seems like the cool quotient is steadily on the rise here in Los Angeleez, with the young and the hip elbowing out the old and the rich at all the hot spots. Must be those young and hip are also rich—they certainly spend a lot on clothes, hair, coffee, and food. Anyways, first stop on our Tour of the Cool was downtown LA’s Grand Central Market. Cool yes, but sorry LA…Seattle’s Pike Place Market is cooler.

  

Pike Place Market                                                  Grand Central Market

A couple Sarita’s pupusas and four blocks later, we’re at The Broad, IMHO, the coolest art house around. Not only are the art installations cool at The Broad, all (and I mean all) of The Broad-goers dress above the curve and are under thirty. The young and hip who aren’t rich and buy their clothes at Value Village or The Way We Wore on La Brea also dress with style and curate their look before leaving home in the morning. (Much like my granddaughters in the Southeast). Luckily, the Sweetie and I dressed in black and didn’t wear our loud Hawaiian shirts and fanny packs or who knows what might have happened?

 

    

       

            

                                                                                 The coolest of them all

We thought we were cool when we checked into the Andaz on Sunset Boulevard (another expiring “frequent user reward”), but the young and the cool had already been there. In the 1960s and 1970s, the hotel’s proximity to the Whiskey a Go Go and the Troubadour made it the preferred accommodation for touring groups such as The Who, the Rolling Stones, the Doors, and Led Zeppelin. According to local legend, Led Zeppelin’s drummer often rode his motorcycle up and down the hallways. (He must have also ridden it through the lobby and up the elevator.) Both Keith Richards and Keith Moon dropped a television out the window of their upper floor rooms (That explains why the windows don’t open). Jim Morrison lived at the hotel until he was evicted for hanging out his window by his fingertips. Apparently, windows that open are irresistible. 

    

       

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