Riding a bike from the apartment down Washington over to the bike path along the beach in Venice up to Santa Monica. One of the nicest things I’ll remember from this trip. Simple, good, and good exercise to boot! Hard to beat.
Stopped at Groundworks for an espresso, and watched a guy standing in the middle of the street, looking like some guy in a movie that would be carrying a “the end is near” sign...but the Venice version, not the New Yorker cartoon version...really long gray-black hair and beard, black surf-y clothes with a hoodie, incredibly skinny. He was a white guy, but had clearly been shoeless and in the sun for so long his feet looked so dark they seem to have been grafted onto him from a much darker person. Rooted to that one spot, staring out at the sea shifting from foot to foot, waiting for the mothership.
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