Driving up the Pacific Coast Highway on a clear, breezy May Day is sort of a life-changing experience. Despite having been all over the world, this section north of Los Angeles is one of my favorite locations, foreign or domestic.
With the Palisades on your right, and the Pacific on your left, the scenery is second to none. As you drive north, the Pacific becomes obscured by beach cottages, some larger than others, and a mosaic of luxury cars in the driveway.
While the area is certainly affluent, and probably pretentious, it feels relaxing, almost freeing.
I'll be back.