we went to visit the chandelier tree last night at 2811 W Silver Lake Dr, Los Angeles, CA 90027 (just in case you want to send it a postcard).
it’s in Silver Lake so you need to drive down Rowena – past the lithe types carrying yoga mats who have not brushed their hair today because they didn’t have an audition so didn’t need to unloose the braid (this is both genders – or all 3.5 genders, being Los Angeles) – and the spirit-filled statues and pendulous hanging lamps from India (or Cost Plus in the Farmers Market where you can also purchase Cafe Du Monde chicory-laced sweet dreams of caffeine cans in orange).
there’s an old-fashioned Parking Meter (metre) installed just outside for donations (we did, indeed, always important to reward Art and Whimsy) because the City of Los Angeles has (seemingly overnight) taken out 30,000 of them to bring in new-fangled ones that also take cards (helpful because one Never Used to carry enough Quarters in the old days).
isn’t the Chandelier Tree Most magical?
we paused outside with a look on our face akin to a small child in Mary Poppins-land and someone emerged (with yoga mat and unbrushed hair) and slipped into their hybrid-chic-vehicle and suddenly stopped and said, “Isn’t it great?”
“It’s delicious,” we said.
which rather surprised them (the accent does, sometimes, and because we thought we were in Mary Poppins-land, we did a Very Crisp English accent indeed).