You reach the lawn of Griffith Observatory just before sunset, and the whole basin opens up below you. The Hollywood Sign sits on the next ridge, downtown towers catch the last orange light, and far to the west the haze turns silver where the city meets the Pacific. Then the street grid lights up, block by block.
Down on the flats, life runs by neighborhood. Mornings start at Grand Central Market, lunch comes from a taco truck and nights stretch out in Koreatown. Out west, homes line the surviving Venice canals. Most days are dry and sunny, with winter rain and gray coastal mornings in early summer. When your list runs out, a Local Friend knows where to go next.
