One of my former roommates has recently moved up to Beachwood Canyon in the Hollywood Hills. I visited her today for lunch before doing a bit of exploration. Didn't have my camera with me, so iPhone snaps will have to do for now. Expect a more thorough (and thoroughly documented) exploration in the coming weeks.
Views like this one are at once thoroughbred Americana and zany Old Hollywood charm. It's enough to make a broad like me start sassing off in that quavering 40's-era film voice. Oh, Clark, will you just look at that sign? So help me, Clark, when I say my prayers at night, I'm thinking of that stately thing! Say, be a dear and top me off, Clark? We wouldn't want my ice getting lonely now, would we?