We planned to go to Venice Beach for a long time, but we always had to postpone it. First because we were chilling at the pool a little too long and burned us pretty badly, so we couldn't be in the sun at all. A few days after that I was panicking because we didn’t have a storage space for all of our furniture and since we’re not going to move back to the same apartment this fall it was crucial to find one. So instead of going to the beach, we were calling and driving around in unbearable heat to find a “perfect” (read: cheap but decent size) storage... The third time we planned on going to Venice we actually found some time to go and hang around all the crazy people, insistent salespeople and tourists. Third time is a charm, right? I know I don’t really sell the place as some kind of paradise, but trust me: that’s what the Venice-charm is all about. The crazy people singing and saying that 9/11 is a lie, the unapologetic half-naked people walking on the boardwalk, all the dancers and skaters, the musicians that can’t really play, and the tourist sipping on huge margaritas. It’s a freak show, but a charming one!