As a last bit of tourism before turning my back on LA, I drove a cross-section across the city, from Beverly Hills and the yet-more-luxurious Belaire through south-central LA to the Watts Towers, built from old crockery, bottles and other junk by an Italian immigrant in the first half of the 20th Century.
On my way out of Los Angeles, I had an unplanned but fun stop over to visit my ex-Ihouse-neighbour Sandy at her parents' place in Hidden Hills, a gated community to the North West of the city. The house is high on a hill; as I sat there sipping a strong Lebanese coffee, eagles were circling around. Here's Sandy together with her father:
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