What knocked me out about Los Angeles was the number of Mercedes. If in Vegas, hotels are most emblematic of the town, and in N.Y.C. snack bars, then in L.A. it’s the ubiquitous Mercedes showroom.
Santa Monica, California.
I have no illusions about writing something fresh about L.A. Apparently this is a fine place if you like Hollywood and everything “Hollywoodish”. My sister, for example said “…look, there’s a car with a star of a popular soap opera”. I heard that some in L.A. spend all their money on appearances: clothes, cars, life-style—in order to be like their idols. In general, in L.A. you’re judged by your life style, but in N.Y.C. it’s how you grow and whether you know how to achieve your goals. In L.A. you’re nothing without a Mercedes; in N.Y.C. millionaires do not even have cars, preferring public transportation. L.A.’s natural environment is lovely although I never actually saw it—I was there in the winter.
