venice beach (2) - walkers
i'm not a fan of touristic areas, where hordes of souvenir hunters aimlessly wander through endless lanes of shops offering identical "original art", but this place somehow was different.
the mix of people walking through these streets is incredible; i had a coffee and a bagel in a place where the only other customer was a shaky lady of maybe 80+ years, fully made up as if she'd have a studio appointment right after; served by a dread locked red head with worn out pants who was more friendly and polite than any waitress i ever met anywhere before, and being surrounded by slowly awaking homeless who regularly camp beneath the hotel i woke up in. and within all this, japanese teenage girls, european art and museum lovers, rock'n'roll dinosaurs and muscle packed surfers make their stand or, as it is, their walks.
it's like the odd-ends backside of that dreary, shiny, totally artificial show business a bunch of mile further north in hollywood. makes "sense" to be here, despite all the nonsense everywhere. tells you more about life than any movie flick ever could.