I wandered along Hollywood Blvd., but as the sun went down, it became chilly. So I’ve retreated to my hotel to get some warmer clothes. I was expecting L.A. to be more pleasant. But then, it is winter.
The Walk of Fame is very long. And after awhile it gets sort of boring. Eventually, I stopped paying attention to it and just acted like a tourist. I wandered into any store that looked interesting. The high point was when a clerk asked if I was in the film industry.
Actually the stores on Hollywood Blvd are somewhat sketchy. The three main genres I saw were tattoo parlors, exotic dancer clothing, and Scientologists. The latter one was the oddest. Whereas in other places, the Church of Scientology is kept discreet, here there were three big Scientology places, with larger than life neon signs.
Creepy.