Beverly Hills was the first stop on day three of the Road Trip.
Home of the rich and famous; the residents value their privacy, so no loitering allowed, the cops will quickly move you on. Apart from this photo shoot spot.
Next stop Hollywood.
Larger-than-life symbol of the entertainment business, but essentially a neighborhood in California; Hollywood.
Bustling and hustling, it was all a bit frantic.
There was the Hollywood Walk of Fame. An historic landmark which consists of more than 2,700 five-pointed terrazzo and brass stars embedded in the sidewalks along 15 blocks of Hollywood Boulevard.
Pink stars on the pavement. Could be seen as distinctly underwhelming, however find your favourite film star/ celebrity and let the nostalgia wash over you. Above is my nostalgia trip from the ones I stumbled across. Impossible to look for specific stars. Never did find Elvis! And below some more memorabilia:
On to Santa Monica and the lovely pier and promenade with its chic restaurants and bars.
From a rock guitar soloist to a crazy Hare Krishna group that walked up and down singing loudly and cutting across everything else and the noises of the funfair, the pier was a cacophony of sound. I drank it all in then moved to the relative peace of the promenade, walking and absorbing the beautiful coastal views.
Santa Monica is also the historic end of Route 66.
It was a relaxing sight-seeing day. Lunch was a tasty Hotdog (Kraut) at the Santa Monica Farmers Market, a foodies paradise: