After climbing up and sliding down the Coast Ranges we at last pulled into Los Angeles and told the taxi driver “Take me to the Ambassador Hotel”. That hotel was a revelation. It stands far back from the street and is surrounded by beautiful and spacious grounds. It is the home of the famous Coconut Grove where the movie celebrities hold forth nightly.
One night we climbed into Tuxedos and went to the Grove for dinner. Coconut palms appear to grow right out of the floor, there are terraces for tables and the walls are painted to show Spanish buildings. Awnings hang out from them over the diners. On one side is a famous dance band and the dance floor is at the center. We were disappointed in not seeing Charlie Chaplin, Doug. Fairbanks and their ilk but the food was gorgeous – so we gorged.