Over the course of one week, I got the chance to soak in the scalding hot sun, glowing nostalgia, and pleasant vibes of Los Angeles. LA – the city in which dreams, heartaches, and regrettable sexual favours are dealt out to naive hopefuls – is one of the world’s most epic and unique cities. With a grittiness stretching from Hollywood Boulevard to Compton, the city’s urban-warfare-fuelled history still resides in the tar-laden roads linking Beverley Hills to the slums. With the Boulevard my one-and-only target, I took immediately to the mirage-inducing landscapes and peculiar personalities on offer. Whilst walking down the saucy district, souvenir shops, angry locals, excited tourists, and cumbersome homeless folk strummed up soulful beats that echoed on for miles. Fulfilling my aspirations, Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, Grauman’s Egyptian Theatre, the Dolby Theatre, the Hollywood Sign, and Universal Studios all lived up to my frenzied expectations. In addition, Paramount Pictures’ studio tour delivers an eclectic insight into the ins and out of the studio system. Beware – everything is designed to fool you! Meanwhile, the Hollywood Museum provided a rich and decadent experience to cling onto. So, sit back…relax…and enjoy the view! I sure did.