The tiny little girl looks great in his ballettdress how it sits in the gutter. "Like A Virgin" sungs Madonna and like a virgin sits the girl in the dust of the street. Her eyes are sad, but her dress glitters and shines in innocent white. It's a scene on the "Strip", the center of a world that is not from this planet. You have tourists here, would-be filmstars, beggars and artists, acrobats and hiphop-eleven. The air is hot and wet here and they say this comes from the moisture of tears out of disappointment at burst dreamsthat fall to the ground and evaporate.
Whose tears? All the men an women who dreamed about a huge carreer here in the city of the stars, where only beautiful people live in a beautiful town where the horizon has never an end. Beautiful beaches here, beautiful shops, landscapes, neigbours, jobs. But to be honest, when you come for the first time to Los Angeles, you`ll be a bit shocked about the truth.
Everybody imagined Los Angeles as a rich city, which is certainly one of a kind. But if you there, right in the middle of the place where all the dreams come truth are written on the boardwalk, you will see a lot of poor people, beggars and homeless guys with problems bigger than the hollywood sign. And between La La Land and the Museum of Selfies you will see shopping malls like in china: cheap t-shirts, bottles of water, tourist traps.
The only promise kept are the the stars on the floor. Hundreds of them were have been laid down on the street that reminds some of the rotten charme of the german capital Berlin. All around are small shops with more rubbish in it as you'll find china town. That's a real achievement.
Right before every single one of these asian junk shops are the world famous asterisks paved the sidewalk. Yes, look at the street sign: This is the Hollywood Boulevard. And yes, that means: This is the real Walk of Fame! In fact, there they were all, the stars. The most of them you will not know, but more is yet to come.
Okay. You have to go this magic street on one side up and on the other down and you see impersonators of movie characters and the begging acrobats with their cheap tricks. And than you have to run away for the real Hollywood.
That only is a font up on the Hollywood Hills. No chance to find a parking lot near the hill from where you have the best look at the writing, so you must leave your car down in the city at the last houses before the way goes up. This is the best choice, so you can see all the fantastic and expensive villas and houses their owners suffer so severely since years from the endless train of Hollywood-sign-tourists. Wave to them friendly! And feel sorry for the rich.
Nobody ever thought that the nine letters on the hill will be so sucessfull. But they are it: hundredthousands of visitor every year just come to convince oneself up here that the writing looks like what the font should looks like. But if you have a foggy day, you have to come back another time.
Next stop should be on the Griffith Observatory. Here you have a nice overview of the "City of Angels" where the devil has his home. In the early hours of the morning, when there are still a few puffs of fog over the city and along the skyscrapers of Downtown, you can watch from here how the city slowly wakes up. In good visibility, you can see the sea. Later you have to take a parking lot far away down the hill. And you have to walk uphill.
On your way you have a very good view of the most famous sign in the world: the Hollywood Sign. If you want to see the sign from a different angle, you can walk along one of the many walking paths below the observatory.
The observatory itself is worth a visit too. It already opens at 6:30. There are various tours offered. But for a shorttime visit a quick glance is enough, for example to the giant pendulum or the meteoritesshow where you can throw comets on our mother earth to see how destructive they are.
Dark fun, but a real one.
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Follow me on my journey through America:
Bombay Beach: The fine art of deep depression
Anza Borrego Desert: Meet the monsters made of steel
Joshua Tree: Holy trees under a blood red sky
Area 66: The last secret of the aliens
Ghost Town Oatman: Where the mule does rule
Route 66: On the road that kicks
Grand Canyon West: No-pics allowed of this beauty
Grand Canyon: Scenic views into the abyss of earth
Graveyard of giants: The Jurassic Park at the Navajo Trail
More than monumental: The heart of the wild west
Arches NP: The biggest bow you've ever seen
Zion Canyon: Ice-cold feet in narrow waters
Bryce Canyon: God's glowing stones
Las Vegas: Home of Bad Luck
Red Rock Canyon: Road under the ocean
Death Valley: The dry throat of the desert
Mt. Withney: High on thin air
Mono Lake: Eating flies on a salty shore
Golden Gate Bridge: 80.000 miles of steel wire
Sequoia: Beyond the everlasting trees
Yosemite NP: Crazy climbers at El Capitan
High Sierra: The wonder of the Sierra Waves
Alcatraz: Into the home of horror
Richfield: Where Easy Rider is alive
Alabama Hills: Blue skies over Hollywoods West