It is quite something, to be able to enjoy some of the best things about Los Angeles again - like brunch outside (with another fully vaccinated friend) on a cafe patio ... this is at The Rose, in Venice: much recommended as a space (food fine: nothing spectacular, but fresh and tasty) - and then a walk on the beach. All of this was tempered, though, by seeing at first hand quite how much the encampments of the unhoused have spread in the area - tents, and other structures, and camper vans (which, after both watching and reading Nomadland I look at not just with more understanding, but with the knowledge of quite how easy it can be to slip from having a bricks and mortar roof over one's head to on-the-road precarity). Sure - these encampments are no surprise - it's not that I don't read the LA Times regularly - but this was our first time in Venice for over a year. So yes - eating a grain bowl with spring vegetables and drinking espresso - in the sunshine - comes with an uneasy serving of privilege, as well.
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