Venice Beach Jet Lag Journal
New York City is slushy and grimy, and while I sure do love fresh snow, the dump we receive every 10 days makes us feel like we live inside a filthy snow globe. I chose a week to take up residence in Venice Beach, CA where people were literally outside having picnics. I wore sundresses (gasp!) and used a beach bike for transportation (heaven!) and generally enjoyed a California immersion, pretending to be a local.
Below are some scenes from this dreamy town. I wandered around in a glorious daze taking photos of all and sundry, because everything was a perfect Truman Show vignette.
I am told often that I’m a little eccentric (the word “off,” coupled with a look of wonderment, has been used for me). Please. I am certainly not strange enough for Venice. This community of weirdos was high as a kite, leading drum circles on the beach, rollerskating for hours and hours to a DJ, and perfecting their circus skills of juggling and hula hooping. But I sure as heck was thrilled to find a huge meditative circle of people on the boardwalk who reached their arms to the sky and screamed YESSSSS!!! as one. I found my people.
It was a great thrill each morning to take advantage of my East Coast time zone and wake up very early to grab breakfast and hop on my bike for a ride up the beach. I rode north towards Santa Monica, where a stop at Shutters on the Beach for a chocolate croissant was a luxurious necessity, and then underneath the Santa Monica pier with its colorful ferris wheel. Further north brought me to Malibu, where I passed private beach clubs and beach volleyball courts all along the water. The most inane activity I did all week was visit Camera Obscura, where amid a senior workout class I borrowed a key from the front desk (like a gas station restroom), walked up a staircase, and checked out the lens that projects the images from the beach onto a screen. It was one of the inventions that led to photography and the camera, but despite the fact that you can turn a pirate ship wheel to rotate the periscope on the ceiling to change the view, it was dull. Back to the beach!
One of the most unique and beautiful features of Venice are its canals, connected by little white bridges and lined with unique, fairy-tale homes. Can you imagine living on the Venice canals? There’s a success story – “aaaaah, I’ve made it.”
Check out the original Venice Beach post from last Monday about my baby blue beach bungalow, where cake was eaten, Olympics were watched, and Kay Thompson’s showbiz biography was read.