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CITY OF
LIGHTS
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n Los Angeles, by the time you’re thirty-five, you’re older than most of the buildings.” - Delia Ephron It’s a town after all. Seen at night by air, the city seems a large bracelet of lights and swimming pools. It is only 500 square miles but it feels larger. Divided
into 80 districts and neighborhoods, at first the city seems disjointed, a bewildering terrain of mountains and valleys that ultimately end at the sea. Second in population to only New York City, no two cities could be more different. In LA one can always hide in
the shadow of a freeway, in the quiet solitude of an automobile, in a movie theater. Los Angeles is a private place. But it is the light that draws us, the comforting afterglow of a sunset, a forest fire, that dappled amber sheen that reveals us all.
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