Los Angeles is a short flight from San Francisco and in the same state but, it often feels like thousands of miles away. I've participated in the pointless, one sided NorCal vs. SoCal feud most of my life and have spent probably fewer days there than I have fingers and toes. This weekend, I'll make my way to West Hollywood for an adventure in body work via the Grinberg Method by attending a weekend workshop called Transforming Pain. It seems apt a year after my surgery.
My first afternoon was spent with my regular Grinberg practitioner at her beautiful studio in an old warehouse space full of artists and a theater, in Atwater Village. She recommended I check out LA's Fairfax district of West Hollywood and more specifically, the Farmer's Market at Third Street and Fairfax and the Grove next door. It's amazing that these two venues are right next to each other and share a parking garage because they couldn't be farther from each other on the spectrum of "down to earth" and "super-scene".
Farmer's Market snaps
And... the Grove.
I had jambalaya and corn bread at a New Orleans inspired kiosk for dinner and a crepe with Nutella at the French Crepe Company for dessert. Mmmm... Then, I meandered over to the Santana Row-like shopping street at the Grove popping into Anthropologie and Zara. I hoped to spot Heidi and Spencer or similar B-list reality stars but, no dice...
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