A 2-HR FLIGHT, A WHOLE OTHER WORLD
I love LA. I love the sun, the shopping, the food, the beaches. I especially love being stuck in such heavy traffic that I wind up having breakfast at 6:42 pm, roughly three hours before I'm forced to head back to my hotel because all respectable businesses have closed.
Despite the traffic, one or two speeding tickets, and a sweaty sheen that's ruined far more selfies than I'd care to admit, I have so many pleasant memories from the city of Angels -- none of which I've had the fortune of capturing with my DSLR. But does that really matter? It does? Oh.