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She Kisses me Windy  
Last day.

Bina and I try to set out for Santa Monica. There is an Armenian protest going on that traps us on Bina's block. There is no exit.




I don't know anything about the Armenian Genocide or why this day was chosen to protest. The Armenians were out in force. We saw them all over Los Angeles. I don't have a photo, but at one point Bina saw a motorcycle gang. An Armenian motorcycle gang.

We had planned to go to Santa Monica to see the Ashes and Snow exhibition we heard so much about, but the exhibition was closed.


The inevitable stratosphere self portrait.


Santa Monica isn't ugly.


It was my last day in Los Angeles, and I still hadn't been to a Coffee Bean. I remedied that on the Santa Monica Pier. It could have only been a more touristy move if there were a coffee bean at the foot of the H on the Hollywood sign.

We rode the ferris wheel and had lunch at Sushi Roku. The Ashes and Snow exhibition looked beautiful and calming and if you live in LA you should check it out. Just not on a Monday.

Monday was wonderful, a much more laid back look at the city that I needed after late nights.

Still in the mood for a museum we headed for LACMA, which Somers had named as one of her favorite places in the city.


I've never seen a Gustav Klimt painting up close. Prints don't do them justice. I could stare at the iconic patterns and texture for hours.


His landscapes draw the viewer in. I stood in front of this painting and started to feel like the forest around the apple tree was surrounding me. (I'd clearly been in LA too long.)

We also saw an exhibit called "You Only Live 25 Times" featuring the drawings of Felicien Rops and a site specific installation of drawings by Petra Mrzyk and Jean-Francois Moriceau.


Their drawings are humorous, disturbing, odd, and not for the easily offended.

Then we moved on to the Consider This exhibit, which included an interactive element.

Bina wrote my quote. I wrote hers. (I'm not crazy! The signs really were all around us.)

It was a two Coffee Bean day. Bina showed me Los Feliz, Silver Lake and we stopped for a drink at the Roost. It was afternoon on a Monday, the older crowd was ruling the bar. It was perfect. We grabbed some popcorn and a barely lit booth and indulged in a gabfest.

Then up to Griffith Park for my last view before the airport.


Oh Hollywood.

You golden sprawling eater of dreams. You vicious facade. You ladykiller, you.


I knew you were no good for me, but I still fell for you a tiny little bit.

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