About halfway between downtown Los Angeles and Venice Beach lies Culver City.
Known mainly as a place where movie and television production studios/head offices are located, the main commercial drags in Culver City are worth wander for an hour or two.
A grand old hotel with a touching sculpture out front and beautiful fountain art behind (images above and below); neat neon signs all over the place; two grand theatres with cool marquees; oh so many restaurants, cafés and bars.
If you have the time, you’ll enjoy this small detour … for your eyes and your tummy.
The attractions are all clustered around Culver and W Washington boulevards, parallel to Venice Blvd.
If you’re the driving type, it’s not too far from I-10. If you’re the transit type (as I am) take Culver City Bus Route 1 in and out of Venice Beach or Metro Expo Line trains from downtown L.A. to Culver City transit centre. Additionally, Metro bus routes 33 and 733 serving Venice Blvd. have stops near this area.
(Don’t bother to walk: I tried that and ended up stopping for a bus after an hour moving at a fast pace.)
There are two tales of ignorance tied to this photo.
1) It seemed pretentious to me at first, the idea of a hotel proudly selling self-promotional T-shirts.
While quietly scoffing in my head, I looked around to see what hotel this was.
The sign said Hotel California … and the $5 (I think) T-shirts on sale at the front desk suddenly made sense.
2) Holding up my camera to grab a photo of this sign, someone in a group of young men walking by, likely all in their early 20s, offered to take a picture of me with the sign in the background.
I declined and explained I wanted only the sign, because of the song. A quizzical look fell upon his face.
“Hotel California,” I said. “You know, The Eagles?”
His expression remained unchanged.
“Never mind,” I replied. “Just Google it when you get to a computer.”
Birdsong fills the entrance to the Museum of Contemporary Art in downtown Los Angeles.
A very appropriate sound as the space is dominated by a huge metallic sculpture in the shape of a bird.
My eyes followed my ears, searching for the source of the sweet, soothing chirping sounds. There were speakers, somewhere, no doubt.
Instead, I found swallows nesting about the structure, their song amplified by the art that serves as their home.
What a wonderful melding of urban art and nature.