A couple of weeks ago Mr Ship-Shape and I decided to have an impromptu weekend in LA, after we found out he needed to attend a conference there. Despite the distance, a flight down the coast was quicker than it takes to drive from Bristol to London, at just 52 minutes!
After spending the Friday together, relaxing by the pool, visiting Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles and heading up to the Griffith Observatory to watch the sunset, I was left to my own devices during the day on Saturday and Sunday.
Although I’d been to LA many years ago, I was looking forward to exploring again. It was so much hotter than I remembered, and I was in awe of the runners and cyclists out in the midday heat, looking like they could be on the cover of a magazine. I spent Saturday morning walking from Santa Monica to Venice Beach, which was beautiful. Venice in particular was bustling with street performers, skateboarders, tourists and the occasional muscle man walking around.
On Sunday I got up at an eye-watering 6am so that I could make it to Pasadena for the Rose Bowl Flea Market. We didn’t have a car so I relied on getting around by public transport, hence the early start. The Rose Bowl Flea is one of the largest events of its kind in South California and is packed with stalls selling everything from vintage linens to mid-century furniture and even old film props. Needless to say that I was in my element there, and if we weren’t flying back with only carry-on luggage, I could have bought twice as much as I did.
After the flea market it was time to head back to LAX for our flight home to San Francisco. It was a whirlwind trip but one that’s left me looking forward to more weekend adventures. Here’s what 48 hours in LA looks like through the lens of my camera…