the one thing that's difficult though in los angeles is not to totally give in to weather envy, house envy and - of course -
the sheer number of beautifully kept huge gardens and even the roadside planting being exotic and lush means it is truly difficult not wanting to move here in an instant
somewhat luckily it took us so long to find huntington gardens in pasadena ("no, I don't need a map - I've been there before 20 years ago, trust me")
that they were about to close when we finally arrived - poor old anette would have had a nervous breakdown had she seen more than the very entry to the park
so it was over to the museums again and we saw moca, lacma, the new broad gallery (serra!), page and the tarpits, and getty, and that is just about as much art as rike could stand...
so the last day we spent on the beach in santa monica with waves that reminded us of sylt weren't it not for the palms (or the heat indeed!) before we drove to beautiful pacific palisades where we had a great dinner and one of the nicest evenings of all with julie, george, jonah and their two cheeky little cats