Breakfast L.A. style is not your typical fruit plate – ripe, colorful fruits straight from the vine. The perfect start to our final day in sunny California.
After our coffees, we hurry off to soak up Rodeo Drive. On our way, I stumbled upon an original Indian motorcycle from the 1950s restored to mint condition. Check out the ivory Indian face over the front wheel. I would give anything for this bike… I’m just not sure the proud owner would be so keen on the idea.
Rodeo Drive ….exotic skins, jewels, and plastic surgeons all in a matter of four blocks. I highly recommend visiting the new Missoni flagship store – an architectural vision with its white woven exterior.
Down the drive, the Prada store is home to a temporary bizarre installation of robotic mannequins with tangerine painted lips.
A last supper at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood. The luxe art-deco decor, manicured foliage, and well-heeled clientele leave little to ask for. My mom and I adored this stylish spot and our dinners were superb. We lingered for hours at our petite table overlooking the terrace not wanting to leave.
Heading back to our room at the Thompson. The slick black walls and illuminated wall portrait make for quite the dramatic exit. Good night and good-bye L.A.