Just the other night we left the menorah a-burnin’ on the mantle and headed out in search of Christmas lights, just like we do every year.

Tooling around San Marino, a fancy suburb near Pasadena, California, we found some pretty spectacular lights on St. Albans Road (see photo above). Adam came across this sparkling annual community effort in a cool article on the best places to see Christmas lights in the Los Angeles area, causing me to reconsider my firm conviction that I already knew all the best places for lights in this great big crazy town.

As we stood out on St. Albans’ weed-free sidewalk, thin-blooded and shivering in our shirtsleeves, oohing and aahing over the splendor of it all,  I was reminded anew that a shared adventure need not take you far from home. It just needs to take you out of yourselves for a while.

So wherever you’re headed this holiday season, please enjoy, be patient with traffic and/or the often-humorless TSA, and know that I’m wishing you exploration, happiness, wine, song, a nap or two, and the romantic glow of just about a million colored lights.

XOXO,

Melanie

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Boardwalk at Moonstone Beach, Cambria, Californa

In the last few weeks, I haven’t been doing a whole lot of writing here.

Instead, I’ve been writing a novel.

Y’know, like one does.

But for the Thanksgiving holiday I’ll be traveling again: Adam and I are heading up to Central California to go cove exploring, wine tasting and beachcombing in Morro Bay, Paso Robles and Cambria.

Y’know, like two do.

The novel is a project I first started back in 1998 and have been skillfully avoiding ever since. Novel-writing has been to me what air travel is to the flying-phobic. However, since they don’t make Xanax for novelists, I’ve just had to duck, dodge, weave and finally just choose the right time in my life to get started.

Apparently, the right time is now.

Set in a fictional version of the Age of Exploration, my book-in-process is a Young Adult tale of a witty young princess who feels she’s been born to the wrong family. She’s happiest having adventures with her science-geek best friend, who is unrequitedly in love with her. When our heroine is faced with a potentially disastrous arranged marriage, she and her pal stow away onboard a ship taking a trip ’round a fantasy version of the world; by the time this eye-opening journey is over, she discovers that she wants to be a leader, in her own right.

I figure a trilogy ought to do it, but let’s start with the one book, shall we?

I’m grateful that I can actually string together paragraphs of fiction, after not testing this theory since about, oh, the second Clinton Administration. 

In addition to noveling, I’ll soon be sporting a site re-design here at Travels With Two, as well as debuting a new website altogether: Have Snark, Will Travel will feature comedic photos and micro-stories from around the world.

I’m grateful that my chosen domain name wasn’t taken. I’m also grateful to have found a helpful, communicative coder/designer.

But not so grateful that I’m unwilling to take a break from the computer for a few days.

On Thanksgiving morning, we’ll climb in the car and drive four hours north. We’ll stay at The Fogcatcher Inn right on Moonstone Beach and have a hopefully delightful four-course dinner at the Cass House in nearby Cayucos. Then we’ll spend the weekend trolling around the rocky shores of Morro Bay, the wine tasting rooms of Paso Robles, the elephant seal breeding grounds at Piedras Blancas, and the sweet little village of Cambria itself.

Aside from the weekend to come, it”ll be nice to be back in Los Angeles for a good long while. It feels like about half of this year has been spent away from home and/or each other; just lately, I’ve been in Arizona and Maryland for 10 days combined…and that’s just lately.

In the weeks to come, keep an eye out for:

-the kick-off of the 4th annual Passports with Purpose
-a link to my radio interview by travel guru Peter Greenberg
-tales of resorts in sunny Arizona
-a layover plan for Sydney, Australia
-a visit to a seaside inn in central Belize
-the surprising foodie scene in Tijuana, Mexico
-further explorations in Taiwan
-and of course…more

For now, I wish you all a happy holiday of togetherness, tryptophan and travel, wherever it may be!

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See also
Central California: Cambria
A Dog-Friendly Stay by the Cambria Shore
Weird House of Cambria: Nitt Witt Ridge
Central California: Paso Robles
A Weekend of Wine in Paso Robles
Central California: Morro Bay
Central California: San Simeon
TWT Travel Binder: California

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Rock towers at Utah's Capitol Reef National Park

As some of you may have noticed (hey, we’re all busy), it’s the start of October 2011. Ten years ago this week I was off having a grand time with my mom and dad, exploring a remarkable swath of southern Utah.

Looking back on that trip, I’m still amazed at the endurance of love, family — and the Earth itself.

In the month following the shocking misery of September 11th, 2001, I flew out from Los Angeles to meet my parents in Salt Lake City. Adam wasn’t able to take time away from work, so this was my first flight alone since airplanes had been violently smashed across the Eastern seaboard. I was worried for my folks, who had to travel cross-country from Maryland, and uncharacteristically worried for myself; I felt enormous relief upon sweeping over the city’s surrounding salt flats, landing intact and at last, embracing my mom and dad.

Moments after we’d taken a deep breath together, though, we were surprised to find machine gun-toting Green Berets guarding Salt Lake City International Airport. It hadn’t occurred to us that Middle Eastern terrorists might target America’s center of the Mormon faith, and we suddenly felt we’d traveled much farther from home than a few scant hours in the air could possibly take us.

We’d soon find other surprises in Salt Lake City — Eisenhower-era fashions, bars in what we’d thought was a fully dry town, and amidst soaring snow-capped mountains, a small and thriving Afghan community. However, nothing was more exciting than the attractions we’d really come to see: Bryce, Zion and Capitol Reef National Parks.

My parents and me at Zion National Park, October 2001

This 5-day trip had been my mom’s brilliant idea, and she invited me along as a present for my 31st birthday. Eager to sit back and experience rather than navigate, she booked a private van and driver to take us across the state and around the parks. I feel it would be just as fun to rent a car and do this yourselves, but the presence of Alison, our young driver, did provide us with a welcome, unexpected coincidence — she and I shared the same birthday.

In addition to that small-world moment, this trip afforded a series of firsts: it was my first visit to Utah; my first-ever trip alone with my parents; my first time away from Adam on my birthday since we’d met in 1994; and my first time traveling with a digital camera, since Adam had just gifted me with one a few days before.  (The only thing in this list that I’ve since done again is travel with a digital camera…allowing me to illustrate this here site.)

Heading south from Salt Lake City to the parks, we’d pass huge mountainsides carved with high school emblems, explore dusty piles of rocks that hid long-abandoned petroglyphs, and beside dry creek-beds and willow trees, find the former homesteads of Mormon pioneers. There were roadside cows roaming free, whole hillsides of autumn-yellow aspens shivering in the breeze and long expanses of sheer rock snaked with bright green trees wherever a river ran, well, through it.

At Bryce Canyon, my folks and I were deeply wowed by the almost comically endless vistas, the trippy hoodoo spires and pastel gradients of red-pink-peach-brown-green-and-blue. At the rim of the yawning crater, Alison led me over to a pine tree, asked me to take a deep whiff of the sap, and smiled as I grew wide-eyed, amazed to find it smelled exactly like vanilla.

Bryce Canyon

We hauled way out past rocky gray moonscapes to Capitol Reef, which — quite possibly because of its proximity to very little else — we had entirely to ourselves. Climbing out of our van, we found ourselves standing firmly on what had once been the bottom of the ocean. From this vantage point, looking up at amphitheaters of stratified rock we marveled at big holes that had once housed ancient sea creatures…and felt the full and awesome weight of geological time. I tried to imagine this deep, narrow canyon filled with salt water, and suddenly understood (in a thirty-something sort of way) that just about everything that seems permanent is eventually replaced with something else.

Capitol Reef

Our last stop was Zion National Park, a bustling operation with its own eco-friendly bus system and scant opportunity to be alone. A stunning sprawl of slot canyons, mountain-edge views and sun-dappled creek paths, this park manages to attract a lot of tourists and yet still feel peaceful. Standing at the bottom of a narrow sandstone canyon next to a shallow trickle of the Zion River, one of my parents on either side of me, I felt that while a lot of things might change in our lives, we’d always have each other.

Zion National Park

Well, that was a decade ago. I’d love to return to Utah with my parents and Adam, maybe even see Arches and the Canyonlands this time around.

But this year, my dad has pancreatic cancer.

Next week he starts taking part in a special chemo study at NIH, a mere 20 minutes from my parents’ home in Maryland. Since I know my folks would much rather be heading out west on an adventure, though, I offer this post to them as a small consolation and a show of my (now 41 year-old) support. 

My hope is that someday we can all four go to Utah together. ‘Til then,  this amazing landscape seems more than willing to stand by stoically…and wait for us.

My parents, Ron and Suzan Wynne, near Capitol Reef in October 2001

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See also
TWT Travel Binders: Utah

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Placemat at L.A.'s Caffe Bella Roma

Courtesy of Bertolli, we recently took a unique 9-hour tour of Los Angeles, indulging in Italian food from restaurants and purveyors all across town.

The verdict? A truly delicious day spent enjoying a version of our home city that we’d never seen — or tasted.

Francesco Bertolli started a little food shop in Lucca, Italy back in 1865, but these days, you’ll find Bertolli products in supermarkets across Europe, New Zealand, Australia and North America. They still make excellent olive oil and pasta sauces (which I’ve used for years), but I just recently learned that they also make prepared meals of traditional Italian dishes (like, say, Chicken alla Vodka & Farfalle). They value Italian regional cuisines and ingredients, and put this tour together  – with the help of local sommelier, food writer and lovely human being Stacie Hunt – to celebrate their connection to Italy, anywhere and everywhere.

Here’s how our staggering culinary adventure went down:

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Café Bella Roma SPQR
1513 S. Robertson Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90035 –  (310) 277-7662

We started our day here with cappuccinos and cornetti…and for that half-hour, all was right with the world.

At this small and cheerful bakery (along an otherwise faceless, concrete swath of the Westside), Roman expat Robert Amico specializes in cornetti, the Italian version of croissants. These flaky little pockets of magic use just about half the butter of their French cousins, plus a dash of shortening and a sprinkling of powdered sugar. Some have a marzipan-style cream inside, some are plain, both are delightful. Pair either with a strong espresso drink that’ll have you dreaming of the Spanish Steps, then consider hanging out until the antipasti starts appearing.

Caffeine and cornetti at Cafe Bella Roma SPQR

Obika Mozzarella Bar
Westfield Century City Shopping Center, 10250 Santa Monica Boulevard, Upper Level, Los Angeles, CA 90067 – (310) 556-2452

This modern, glassy space in what’s colloquially known as the Century City Mall is one of two local outposts of an Italian chain (the other L.A. Obika is in the Beverly Center). Obika’s Chef Simone Santopietro offers a passionate introduction to the world of bufala mozzarella, which is made from honest-to-God water buffalo milk and imported here three times a week from Italy’s southern Campania region. If you still think of mozzarella as off-white sticks of string cheese, check out a tasting of two to five ball-shaped varieties paired with arugula, tomatoes and a little spring-grassy olive oil; I swooned over the creamy and intense pontina, while Adam, who generally prefers sharp, aged cheeses, was partial to the firm, smoked affumicata. You can come here from morning ’til night, but I’d suggest trying out the prosecco-laced romance of Aperitivo Hour (4:30 to 7:30). Skip the awkward metal stools by the bar and head outside to the umbrella-shaded patio.

At Obika, the chef shows off bufala mozzarella from Italy's Campania region

Primi al Mercato and Norcino Salumeria
The Market at Santa Monica Place, 395 Santa Monica Place, Santa Monica, CA 90401 – (888) 530-5204

All hail Piero Selvaggio: the maestro of one of America’s greatest special-occasion restaurants, Valentino, has created a relaxed, affordable way to transport yourselves to southern Italy. Primi al Mercato is half a take-home deli, half a warm, friendly, white-tablecloth restaurant, a lovely place to pick up a meal to share with friends or sit down to a grown-up dinner together; Norcino is a reverent homage to meat and cheese.

We hadn’t yet been to The Market, the swanky high-end food court at the formerly dowdy, now glittering mall at Santa Monica Place, and our head was turned every few seconds by something that looked tasty — that is, until Primi al Mercato’s pasta-making demonstration caught our full attention. Chef Fernando and his wife (who make a great team) spread out flour, eggs and skill across the white-marble counter and got down to gnocchi-ing. By the time they’d finished, we’d see the birth of beet-red “Venus’ Bellybuttons” and spinach-tinted cavatelli, forming a big yummy bowl of Italian flag-i-tude. These demonstrations happen every hour, and you can purchase the spoils — even a gluten-free version — for later use. 

We headed next door to the restaurant to see what the kitchen would do with all that pasta. The crowd favorite seemed to be a lamb ragu, but I fell utterly in love with a Tuscan pici with pecorino and fava beans as big as my pinky finger. Also exciting: the wine list focuses on the Earth’s south, from Italy right ’round to Southern California; we were both pleasantly surprised by elegant, not-too-dry whites and reds from Sicily.

By now we didn’t need to eat anything else — but that was too darn bad. We hoisted ourselves 100 feet across The Market to Norcino Salumeria and cozied up to a table laid with wafer-thin slices of acorn-fed prosciutto and flute-fulls of prosecco. Sounds delightful, yes? Well, our sommelier friend Stacie insisted that, it being summertime during this tour, sparkling red Lambrusco would be the far better tipple — and in a flash, Piero made it so. Turns out this often dry, sweet and/or entirely overlooked wine makes the ideal palate-cleansing complement to the fatty richness of salumi. 

Pasta making, serving and red olives at Primi al Mercato's "laboratorio," and salumi alchemy at Norcino

Caffé Bellagio
Third Street Promenade and Santa Monica Blvd., Santa Monica, CA 90401 – (310) 394-3400

So, you know what goes perfectly with eating too much? Gelato.

We rolled like barrels for a few blocks to the center of Santa Monica’s Third Street Promenade, right up to the door of a glass-covered kiosk we’d probably walked by 50 times in our young lives. (To be fair to myself, though, it’s right in front of a super-distracting Anthropologie.) Inside, magical fresh-fruit gelatos (featuring milk instead of cream) are whipped up using produce from the area’s famous farmers’ market. Beside a straight-outta-Italy orange Vespa parked inside the shop, we were treated to cool, velvety spoonfuls of the best strawberry gelato we’d ever had…all apologies to Florence.

At Caffe Bellagio, the sign behind the Vespa on which I'm sitting says: "Please don't sit on the Vespa" (*cough*)

Osteria Mamma
5730 Melrose Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90038 – (323) 284-7060

Our last stop of the day was way on the other side of town, in the Larchmont neighborhood near Paramount Studios. In a cozy space that for years was one of our Mexican favorites, Osteria Mamma is now a paean to the Paduan home cooking of the Cortivo family. Smiling, blond and shy, Loredana Cecchinato is the Osteria’s resident Mamma, leading her kitchen to an unassuming brilliance. Our group, far from actually hungry by now, fairly devoured a flotilla of her dishes, which were all too gorgeous to refuse.

I have only a few wonderful things to mention: fig and gorgonzola risotto; gnocchi with porcini mushrooms; sardines with ribbons of onion and plump raisins (stay with me, here, and have faith); and fig and prosciutto bruschetta with fancy little dollops of mascarpone. I’d also recommend reservations, as the two-sided dining room here is none too large. Be sure to check out the far eastern wall, lined with Cortivo family photos — including one of bombshell Mamma, where she looks a little like Sophia Loren.

Homestyle dishes from Padua and family photos at Osteria Mamma

If high airline prices to Europe are getting you down this year,
go ahead and design your own Italian food tour right outside your own front door.

Or maybe just stay in and make an Italian meal together by candlelight. (*Ahem.*)

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I love that we got to share this day with some wonderful local folks.

 From left to right:

Romy Schorr of Romy Raves  
Amir of Duo Dishes   
Andrea Fellman of Savvy Sassy Moms 
Sharon Garofalow of  Cupcakes & Cutlery  
Loredana Cecchinato, aka “Mamma”
Chrystal of Duo Dishes
Filippo Cortivo, Loredana’s son and Osteria Mamma’s manager
And beside us, sommelier and writer Stacie Hunt

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This fabulous day of stuffing our faces across L.A. was sponsored by Bertolli,
whose olive oil I’ve been cooking with since 1990.

All observations and opinions here are my own.

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The Riverwalk in San Antonio, Texas

Fancy a little summer weekend away with some American history, flowery gardens and a glide along a tree-lined river?

Why yes, I thought so.

And thanks to a special travel giveaway from the San Antonio Visitors Bureau, here’s your chance to make it happen!

Through the San Antonio Vacation Experience (S.A.V.E.) Program, a partnership between the San Antonio Visitors Bureau and the city’s top hotels and businesses, travelers can find great discounts on their stay and local attractions. Heck, you could even save enough money to turn your two-day getaway prize into a long weekend.

But first things first.

What will you get if you win this dandy getaway package?

Two nights at the Hyatt Regency San Antonio
-AND-
Passes for two to:
The McNay Art Museum
San Antonio Botanical Garden
Rio San Antonio Cruise
Alamo Audio Tour

And here’s how to win:

1. Head over to my Facebook fanpage and leave this comment on my wall:

“If I won a trip to San Antonio I’d take…”
Then tag your significant other (or a friend or relative)
Tag on Facebook by typing the @ sign at the front of the person’s name, with no spaces between the @ and the first name.
For example: ”If I won a trip to San Antonio I’d take @Adam Waldman”

2. Leave a comment here to let me know that you commented on Facebook.

3. You have until Monday, July 25th at 12pm PST to enter.

I’ll use a random generator to choose a winner and be in touch right away through Facebook!

NOTE: The winner of this getaway should be over 18 and a resident of the USA.

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If you don’t win this contest through me, not to worry –
you still have plenty of chances to win at other travel blogs:

July 11-18 Delicious Baby
July 12-19 My Itchy Travel Feet
July 13-20 The Planet D
July 14-21 BootsnAll
July 15-22 YTravelBlog
July 16-23 Pause the Moment
July 17-24 Traveling Mamas
July 19-26 MommyMusings
July 20-27 Vagabondish
July 21-28 TheVacationGals
July 22-29 Landlopers
July 23-30 ShermansTravel

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To learn more about the San Antonio Vacation Experience (S.A.V.E.) program
and register for special online offers, please visit their website.

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See also
TWT Travel Binder: Texas

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This past weekend, we took a brief break from some epic spring cleaning to check out The Garden Conservancy‘s first Open Days event of the year in the Los Angeles area.

Held all over the United States each year between March and November, Open Days allow you to snoop around other people’s backyards and/or find landscaping inspiration while simultaneously raising money to provide and preserve garden spaces across the country. It’s a fun, romantic and altruistic outing, whether you’re traveling in a different city or simply exploring your own. Traditionally a mapped route of six private homes in one area that open their outdoor spaces to the public for one day, Open Days provide a unique opportunity to experience a neighborhood through its plantings, design, architecture and history. The volunteers who work these special events can generally answer questions about the people who own the homes involved, tales of the buildings and homes that surround it, why certain design decisions were made, what to call that purple flower over there, and stuff you’ll probably only think to ask once you’re surrounded by absolute floral magnificence.

Open Days gardens range from homey affairs to sprawling estate layouts, English country to low-water plantings, and it’s fascinating to see how truly gifted gardeners incorporate fountains, pools, waterfalls, patios, sculpture, lighting and a myriad artistic details into their designs. For garden and travel lovers like us, it’s also just plain exciting when we discover exotic plants we’ve never seen before.

These are some glimpses of this past Sunday’s Open Days event in Pasadena, California. Be sure to check out the entire Open Days schedule to see where you might catch some cool gardens in your area — or on your next vacation.

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Open Days are held around the U.S. between March and November,
on Saturdays and Sundays between (generally) 9am and 5pm.
No reservations are necessary, and all tours require self-driving.
Each Open Days event provides a starting point address where you can pick up a map of the day’s gardens.
Tickets can be purchased online in advance, or in person at any stop along an Open Days route.
Ticket prices: 6 for $25 US for non-members, or 6 for $15 US for Garden Conservancy members.

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The grounds of Rancho La Puerta in Baja, Mexico

Adam have spent the last few blissful days down here in Tecate, Baja, Mexico checking out Rancho La Puerta, a lovely, relaxing wellness and spa resort.

He’s tentatively planning to leave tomorrow (I’ll be here the whole week) but after a few fitness classes, a spa treatment, delicious and healthy food, some detox from caffeine and a couple of peaceful nights of sleep, this place may just inspire him to change his mind.

Just four miles over the border from San Diego, California, it took us about three hours to drive down here from Los Angeles on one of the most beautiful (if chilly) days in human history. Adam was nervous at first about crossing the border by car, but I just had a feeling it would be fine. We brought $30 US apiece for the border crossing tax and our passports…then proceeded to roll right through the spot where we’d thought we’d find a lineup of border patrol. Paused at a stoplight in the small town of Tecate, we realized we’d just entered Mexico.

I can’t imagine it’ll be so easy heading back out, but at least I (or we) will have tacos to keep us warm. The whole town of Tecate is full of one stand after another, a hallowed and legendary center of taco-dom here in Baja – itself the land of the taco.

It’s also simply beautiful here. Beneath tall, rocky hills that signify the start of the U.S. border, you’ll find low-water plantings in every shade of green, as well as deep orange, magenta, yellow, purple and red. Wisteria hangs from every other arbor, and the sturdy, gnarled grape vines here were planted by priests in the early 1800s to make sacramental wine. (Now they’re just used for, well, grapes.) Whole families of bunnies and friendly cats wander the grounds; the latter will come to hang out with you if you pretend not to care about them.

We’ve already taken a whole passel of classes, from Feldenkrais to circuit training to Latin dance, and our spa treatments yesterday left us feeling calmer and smoother. I’ve got two more to look forward to, and so does Adam…if he stays.

Yesterday we took a guided bird walk with one of the funniest guys here, and today we’re taking a Thai massage class for partners. There are still miles of hikes, a cooking class in the Rancho’s renowned cooking school, a day trip to the more elegant side of Tijuana, Pilates classes, core workouts, relationship workshops, stretching, crystal bowl sound therapy and more to come. It’s turning out to be a wonderful break from our everyday lives, both separately and together.

I’ll have more to share next week about the Rancho, including a special offer. I think any working couple could benefit from this place!

This week we are fully comped guests of Rancho La Puerta, allowing us to have the full spa, wellness and resort experience and share it with you.

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Downtown Los Angeles, along Broadway

Yes, Virginia…L.A. has a real downtown.

It’s got cool restaurants, wine bars, galleries, museums, theater, music and a handful of historic tours. It’s full of bustle, grime, fancy lofts, sadness and glory.

In other words, these days, it’s where you’ll find Los Angeles.

When I first moved to L.A. back in 1993, “Downtown” was a scary place that no nice young woman still speaking to her parents ever went. Naturally, it’s where I found the best room rental deals in the classifieds.

I’ll never forget the water-stained studio apartment with the naked guy out front at the bus stop. At 2pm. Or then there was the ramshackle Craftsman on Traction (I swear, that was the street) in which fourteen people were running a commune in Miss Havisham‘s house, replete with 1912 plumbing. The very next day, I found a listing on a UCLA bulletin board and by week’s end had a respectable room in Westwood.

Downtown hadn’t always been so undesirable. It had long been home to the Convention Center; corporate offices in shiny skyscrapers; wholesale districts for jewelry, fashion and flowers; as well as several of the city’s greatest cultural offerings.

However, for several decades now, it’s also been the site of America’s largest Skid Row, where newly-released prisoners and uninsured mental patients are sent to wander aimlessly, build makeshift encampments and seek often inadequate assistance in building better lives for themselves.

Graffiti along L.A.'s Skid Row

The heart of Skid Row is Los Angeles Street, which runs one ironic block parallel to Main Street, the heart of Downtown’s urban renewal. Further west from Skid Row is Little Tokyo, where some of the the area’s most expensive housing and retail continue to rise. This juxtaposition of Have and Have Not isn’t unique to L.A., but it does illustrate a gritty/shiny sense of the city’s reality.

These days, that old water-stained apartment building I once fled has been replaced by a fancy loft co-op. That shabby house was knocked down long ago, and a for a while, one of L.A.’s favorite restaurants stood nearby.  The city hasn’t yet reconciled how thousands of homeless people fit into this slow-moving wave of urban development, but whether or not anyone’s ready for it, Downtown is becoming pretty darn popular.

Outdoor market crowd at Downtown Art Walk, held every second Thursday

Here are just some of the things you’ll find to do Downtown:

Restaurants
Blossom (426 S. Main Street) A cheap, delicious and cheery place for Vietnamese
Border Grill (445 S. Figueroa Street) Creative pan-Latin from two local celebrity chefs, this fun place features a hoppin’ outdoor patio and a shuttle to area performance venues
Bottega Louie (700 S. Grand Avenue) Deafeningly loud but fun, with a popular cocktail bar, huge dining room, and one of the city’s sexiest bakery/gourmet deli cases
Cicada (617 S. Olive Street) Glorious Art Deco decor on the ground floors of the historic Oviatt Building, the kind of place you’ll want to make an entrance
Church & State (1850 Industrial Street, #100) A friendly little southern French bistro with festival lights strung across the dining room
Empress Pavilion (988 N. Hill Street) The grande dame of Chinatown, grab any available table for traditional dim sum, then roll out onto Central Plaza
The Lazy Ox Canteen (241 S. San Pedro) A small plates, gastro-pubby kind of place, featuring ingredients that might stump even diehard foodies
Pete’s Cafe & Bar (400 S. Main Street) 1930s decor and a lively bar scene create a warm setting for comfort food (hello, short ribs) and a great wine list
Café Pinot (700 W. 5th Street) On warm evenings, sit outside in the courtyard beside the stunning Central Library and dine on fancy farmer’s market fare
R23 (923 E. 2nd Street) Special occasion dining in an art gallery/design-y setting that will stretch your sushi horizons
WP24 (24th floor of the Ritz-Carlton) Wolfgang Puck’s spin on Cal-Asian, amidst the sparkle of skyscrapers; drop a bundle on your anniversary or try small plates in the lounge
Wurstküche (800 E. 3rd Street) In case you won’t make it to Belgium this year, here you can both still indulge in a sausage, beer ‘n’ fries extravaganza

The bar at Bottega Louie

Bars
Broadway Bar (830 S. Broadway) Dress up a little and swan around this former movie palace with a handcrafted cocktail or two
Corkbar (403 W. 12th Street) At this gleaming palace of wine, you can eat a full, casual, tasty meal…but no one would judge you if you just came for the flights
Golden Gopher (417 W. 8th Street) On a still-seedy street, this friendly little joint features lamps with golden gophers, a tiny convenience store, great cocktails and a photo booth
Edison (108 W. 2nd Street, #101) Several floors deep in a former 1920s power station, this swanky place is fun for club-goers of all ages, with plenty of dim corners for canoodling
Gallery Bar at the Millennium Biltmore (506 S. Grand Avenue) Step back into the 1930s and cozy up to each other amidst a little warm, gilded elegance
Mignon (128 E. 6th Street) Belly up to this small rectangular bar full of Eastside hipsters to enjoy European wines and cheeses
Rooftop Bar at The Standard (550 S. Flower at 6th Street) Dip your toes in the pool or lounge in a trippy little vibrating waterbed pods, surrounded by Downtown’s tall buildings
Seven Grand (515 W. 7th Street) A nouveau billiards hall/hunting lodge that celebrates sartorial flourishes and amber liquors
The Varnish (118 E. 6th Street) Feels like a 1930s speakeasy, where some of L.A.’s best bartenders revive antique cocktail recipes; there’s a secret entrance though Cole’s next door

Just another hunting motif at Seven Grand

Galleries
Downtown Art Walk (2nd Thursday of each month) Downtown is home to some of the city’s most progressive galleries, and Art Walk is the best time to check them all out. Essentially a huge, multi-block street party, along Main Street you’ll find food trucks and an outdoor market selling local designers’ wares as a DJ spins.

Museums
The Gallery at REDCAT (W. 2nd & Hope Streets, beside the Disney Concert Hall – enter on 2nd)
Geffen Contemporary at MOCA (152 N. Central Avenue)
Japanese American National Museum (369 E. 1st Street)
Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA) (250 S. Grand Avenue)
Museum of Neon Art (136 W. 4th Street)

Sculpture in the plaza beside the Museum of Contemporary Art

Performance Venues
The Performing Arts Center of Los Angeles County (135 N. Grand Avenue) is comprised of four venues:
Ahmanson Theatre Big-ticket Broadway stage productions
Dorothy Chandler Pavilion Opera, ballet and musicals
Mark Taper Forum Generally features Tony/Pulitzer Award winning plays
Walt Disney Concert Hall Home to the L.A. Philharmonic, this twisted-metal landmark hosts musicians and singers from around the world

And at the heart of the L.A. Live entertainment complex(800 W. Olympic Blvd.), you’ll find:
Nokia Theatre
STAPLES Center

The Disney Concert Hall, designed by L.A. local Frank Gehry

Stuff That’s Been Around for Ages and is Still Cool
Angel’s Flight (351 S. Hill Street) Billed as “the shortest railway in the world”
Bradbury Building (304 S. Broadway) A Victorian gem, and the oldest still-in-use office building in the city
Central Library (630 W. 5th Street) A 1920s icon in the city, this astonishing building contains an amazing rare books section and a beautiful art gallery
Chinatown (centered along N. Broadway and N. Hill Street) Re-created in the 1930s by Hollywood set designers, be sure to visit the vintage Central Plaza
Clifton’s Cafeteria (648 S. Broadway) Around since 1931, a fun place to get a cheap, hearty, non-fussy meal surrounded by a kitschy Tiki/woodsy/waterfall fantasy
Grand Central Market (317 S. Broadway) Geared towards the local Latino community, you’ll find foods from Mexico, El Salvador, Cuba and more, in addition to fresh produce
Little Tokyo/Japanese Village Plaza (350 E. 1st Street) America’s first Japanese neighborhood fans out from a bustling plaza between E. 1st and 2nd Streets
Olvera Street (845 North Alameda Street) Originally created as a tourist attraction, this pedestrian lane still offers a mini-trip to Mexico, replete with paper flowers and street food
Union Station (800 N. Alameda Street) The city’s finest (and still humming) train station, this soaring Art Deco space features a unique, romantic restaurant/bar called Traxx

Downtown Tours to Take
Esotouric Bus adventures into the secret heart of Los Angeles
Little Tokyo Walking Tour A free, self-guided tour of the whole neighborhood
Los Angeles Conservancy Designed to highlight local preservation issues, offers screenings in Downtown’s old movie palaces and both guided and self-guided tours of the area
The Undiscovered Chinatown Walking Tour (first Saturday of each month, $20 per person)

Getting There
Be warned, it’s not cheap to park. Expect to drop $3 an hour at a meter. It’s the same or more at public lots, but in this part of town where blocks are long and sometimes hilly, it’s advisable to pay once, walk away and avoid a ticket. Click here to find public parking lots in Downtown L.A.

Better yet, skip driving altogether and take the subway. Many L.A. neighborhoods are connected to Downtown via the Metro, where trains and stations are clean and adorned with amazing work by local artists. We’ve taken the train Downtown a couple of times now, and despite the need for good walking shoes, it couldn’t be easier. Here, check out the Metro site for yourselves.

See? You’re halfway there already.

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See also
The Ritz-Carlton, Los Angeles: Get Down to Business
Adventures in Layover Land: Los Angeles
Invitation to an Underground Dinner

Travels With Two