Back to where we started, I hopped off the bus and made my way into the Hollywood and Highland shopping complex. Looks cool and it's only been around less than a decade or so. Third shot is from a walkway on the third level of the outdoor mall where you get a pretty good view of the Hollywood sign again. Notice the last pic...it's a vending machine. But not your usual vending machine, this is Hollywood after all. It sells caviar in various sizes. I don't know how much, it wasn't listed, so I guess it's like the saying goes: If you have to ask the price, you can't afford it.
Here at Hollywood and Highland I had lunch at a Mexican chain restaurant I'd never heard of before (Cabo Wabo Cantina). Maybe it isn't a chain but the service and the food certainly seemed like it. I wasn't very impressed, but I was craving some draft Dos Equis so....
After a couple of odd-tasting tacos, three beers, and the after-effects of hours in the sun, I was starting to feel queasy. And this feeling stayed with me pretty much throughout the week. Light-headed, physically drained and sweating profusely I was reminded of my struggles during the Washington, D.C. vacation a few years ago. I slowly crept along Hollywood Blvd. cringing with every step wondering how people around me were dealing apparently so well with the blazing heat. For me, it was torturous. By 3pm I decided I could take it no more and headed back to my hotel...and the adjustable room AC, cranking it up high. I stopped by Target at the FigAt7th shopping complex on the way from the subway and picked up a sandwich and another Sierra Pacific six-pack, figuring an early night of HBO and booze would make me feel better in the morning.