The best thing about Los Angeles

...is getting out of Los Angeles. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it. It was nice to go down south to Richmond Virginia to hear the rattling cicadas, see the wrought iron balconies and dip in the James River. See the below pics and enjoy what we can't have in Los Angeles...

We are without:

A river bigger than a trickling creek down cement walls:

New Orleans-esque porches with wrought iron and hanging ferns

Restaurants in spaces over 100 years old

Brick walls and busts of Poe

Dead actresses that won't need 900 years for their silicone breasts to decompose - this is Poe's wandering actress mom

Irish bars that aren't shoulder-to-shoulder packed with alcoholics using Ireland as an excuse to binge drink and yell "Whooh!"

GREEN. It's a color, not just a marketing scheme.

Churches where colonial dudes shout "Give me liberty or give me death!"

Classy and architecturally respectful columns, unlike the tacky ones featured in L.A.'s Ugly Persian Houses

Spooky railroad tracks straight out of Fried Green Tomatoes

Old bridges

Dramatic weather and breathtaking skies (that don't need a beach sunset to be stunning)

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