Weekend in Hollywood (for English speaking people)

This Saturday is a splendid day, fantastic, temperature 23 ° C maximum, although it seems more due to the strong sun. The truth is, it's a nice warm autumn. In the morning, a ride to a Farmer Market in Sunset that opens on Saturdays. There I saw Julia Roberts , I guess it was a coincidence, nothing to review. She was America's sweet heart and I guess that says it all.

In the food market things are organic and expensive. Dependents are Hispanic, Chinese, Korean and some Yankees from the time of Creedence Clearwater Revival, with their beards, their glasses and the sun;  Harley motorcycles parked and selling hand made items from Ghana and El Salvador. One of them say he has discovered how well they work these things, except when West African countries have a championship soccer.

People from California, or tourists, wander through the streets although there is not much to walk, because not everything is  Rodeo Drive. they sit on terraces to take the brunch and read the newspaper. That food is American specialty. In fact, in any movie, the kitchens are spectaculars, magnificents. They are all perfectly clean. Sometimes you see the cast preparing some eggs, but the rest are cereals, milk and juice. Why do they want these kitchens, if they do not cook? God gives food to who is not hungry, in the words of my sainted mother. 

In fact there are fantastic places for weekend brunch. From the typical and classic diner , to the most sophisticated. I like the diner. The brunch is very American, but taking it every day must be hard. Some eggs, bacon, toast and American coffee. A coffee that normally I do not like, but in the diner I ask for a second cup and repeat toasts with butter again. Those kind of things that you made ​​out of your natural habitat.

You read something, enjoy the sun, and some unfortunate, wanted for the purity of the California law gets to smoke a cigarette, calm, defiantly. And Bogart, Gable, Wayne and Cooper, wherever they are, I do not know if they will smoke, but they will laugh thinking that in their time they were almost forced to smoke. The same sun, the same sky.
At night dinner at the Chateau Marmont, a site with soul, outdoors, heaters and some women asked for blankets. It is one of those places where is worth going. Marc, our waiter is from St. Emilion , but I asked for a bottle of Marqués de Murrieta. How nice it is!