A fellow co-conspirator, Gloria Mattioni, has been in Milan for over a week. Although I’ve never visited Milan, her descriptions of the city and the weather sound dramatically different from the LA we know and love, especially in November. From her blog this morning I read her saudade for this city that most of us love.
Milan and I get along only from April to September. Any other month, I pay an unbearable price for my visit. And I start dreaming of the day I can come back to you, L.A. I did not give a damn about you for almost twelve years, treating you just as granted, and now I am all heels over head for you.
I am truly, insanely, sexually (as Mae West used to sign her letters) and passionately yours, L.A.
I can’t agree with her more. And with the sunny clear morning walks with the dog in the canyon, how can I consider leaving this dreamland?