I still haven’t digested my recent stay in LA yet, but today, I stumbled on this quote from an article in the Washington Post on this week’s mayoral election there, that begins to capture my feelings:
Someone once asked Jean Renoir, the great French filmmaker whose flight from the Nazis plunked him down in Los Angeles in 1941, why he’d never made a film about his adopted city. After all, even after World War II ended, Renoir continued to split his time between France and L.A.
« Wilshire Boulevard, » Renoir replied. « It has no smell to it. »