Earlier in the week, I decided to walk over to Rodeo Drive, as I live right by Beverly Hills. It’s a 40-minute walk, but it was beautiful out and exercise is good for you (or so I’ve heard). While I’ve driven by the street before, I’ve never actually walked along it. Living so close, I feel I’d be remiss in my bloggerly duties if I didn’t include this iconic street in my rediscovery of L.A.
On the way, I made a slight detour to what NFT refers to as the Beverly Hills Zoo, aka the house with all the random metal animals in the front yard. With the tall gate, it really did look like the animals were enclosed in a zoo, albeit a wonky zoo with big cats housed with giraffes. The 15-foot-tall giraffe was the first thing I saw as I walked up to the house. As I moved along the gate, I saw all types of animals, though the owners seem to have a thing for big cats. Not wanting to disturb the owners (it is a private house, after all), I quickly snapped a couple of pictures and continued my walk.
When I got to Rodeo Drive, of course I had to take a picture of the Beverly Wilshire, the hotel from Pretty Woman. Dressed slightly differently than Vivian was her first time on Rodeo Drive (you know, jeans, tank top, cardigan), I set out to gawk at all the stores. Outside the Louis Vuitton store, there were purses on a type of motorized conveyor belt, so you’d get a brief glimpse of a beautiful purse before it was whisked away behind a curtain.
I have a confession to make: I’m a purse girl. I wouldn’t say it’s an obsession, I just appreciate a beautifully made purse. (I can practically hear my sister making fun of me as I write that line.) Whenever I pass by a purse store, my eyes will magnetically be drawn to the storefront. To make it look less obvious that I’m ogling the purses, I normally hold onto the arm of whomever I’m walking with, so that I can continue to stare at the purses but not run into anything. Ingenious, right? So when I came to the Coach store on Rodeo, I couldn’t resist going in. Just to look, of course . . . and maybe drool a little.
After I cleaned the slobber off my face, I strolled the rest of the way up Rodeo, then walked down Beverly, the next street over, to look at some less high-end shops. I took the scenic route back to my apartment, strolling along residential streets, admiring the many different types of beautiful houses. I enjoyed my long walk, but by the time I arrived home, my feet were really mad at me. I apologized to them, but said that at least we got to look at some nice purses.
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