Spent the weekend in LA, Hollywood, specifically, with the family to attend and support our daughter Teresa in her one-woman version of Taming of the Shrew in the Hollywood Fringe Festival. It was fun, she did great.
The accidental part: hunting up a cheap motel in Hollywood, chose the Highland Gardens Motel because, frankly, the price was right. Turns out that this little place was built back in the ’50s in an architecturally vigorous style, back when you could put up thrusting, angular balconies, handrails and walls in vibrant pastels without any sense of irony. It was built onto/into the side of a hill, so that walking back through the central courtyards entails climbing up a series of terraces. Here, look:
A key benefit is that the rooms are a bit removed from the street noise. Ours may have been the quietest motel room I’d ever slept in.
Like everything else in Tinseltown, it was a bit run down, but not as bad as most places in the price range. Bonus: Janis Joplin died of a heroin overdose in room 105 back in 1970! We didn’t stay in that room…
If you are looking for thoroughly modern accommodations cleaned and maintained at the highest standards, um, go someplace else. But for a cheap(ish – hey, Hollywood) crashpad, this was fun.
As mentioned in previous posts, I don’t do the Hollywood tourist thing. However, Highland Gardens is a couple blocks off the Walk of Fame and the Dolby (Oscars) and Chinese (famous hand- and footprints in concrete) theaters. Walking with my son, came across Stevie Wonder’s star. Thomas is a huge fan (hey, I did a few dad-things right) so we grabbed this picture:
Glad to be back in the relatively civilized North, where I can do book reviews (no, really! I promise!) and finish this story I’m working on (also no, really!)