The Hollywood Hills
The first thing that hit me is that this is kind of a crazy place to live every day.
We saw the spot where Hugh Grant was arrested, and where Paris Hilton caught a DUI.
We also saw the chicken place where Brad Pitt was discovered spinning a chicken sign for a fast-food place.
Just regular old places.
Then we were shown the houses where Michael Jackson and George Harrison died. Kathy perked up when we went by the Menendez home.
The Manson home.
Al Pacino’s house.
Just interesting stuff on almost every corner.
The Hollywood Hills was wild, especially Mulholland Drive.
What a crazy street with views of all the mansions tucked into the hills.
The photo I posted is supposedly the location of Taylor Swift’s mansion, and it appeared that she was home and Travis Kelce’s car was parked in the long driveway.
“How do they live like caged animals?” I wondered.
There were security guards parked in the driveway. Like three of them. Large gates and cameras.
People parked along the way, wondering if she was going to venture down the drive.
There’s a lot of beauty around and the weather is perfect, but knowing that a journey outside the gates could result in the world chasing you to say hello.
It’s a little much.
We traveled by the home where Ozzy lived. The tour guide was all excited to tell us that she once saw Al Pacino walking down the sidewalk.
The streets of Hollywood were alive with visitors.
We had lunch at Hard Rock, and gazed at more celebrity photos and clothing.
The world is fascinated by the lives of the rich and famous, of course, but it all seems to be a colossal pain in the ass to me.
“There’s the bathroom where George Michael was busted for lewd behavior.”
Good Lord.
The movie locations were also interesting.
Glad I saw it.
Happy I live in a slower place.
But hell, I know where Taylor lives.
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