Christopher Isherwood once wrote that "flowers are the architecture of Los Angeles."
It's hard not to miss a climate where something is blooming year-round. I took a nostalgia-laden walk at dawn on the Strand at Manhattan Beach today, noticing the lovely gardens and the constant upgrading of homes (some of it at a dead stop, undoubtedly due to over-leveraging). And I'm listening to KCRW in the car, always a treat (the station, not the car).
I am staying at the same hotel that was my first "home" in L.A. 15 years ago. It hasn't changed much, but I have.
However, my appetite for the new, while appreciating the historic, hasn't changed one bit. Speaking of which: Virgin America first class? Highly recommended (an unpaid endorsement).