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I don’t use the word “freak” lightly. I grew up in Southern
California
and have seen my fair share of weirdness. But never have I
seen a wilder, more vibrant assortment of creativity and craziness
congregated as densely in one place as I have seen at Venice
Beach. All of this frenetic activity happens on Ocean Front
Walk, a three-quarter-mile concrete boardwalk with stores,
fast food spots, flea markets and artists. What exactly constitutes
“artistry” — sword swallowing, playing electric guitar
while rollerblading, spontaneous screaming — is something
for you to decide for yourself. -David Neiman, a true outdoor
man. |