Van Nuys, Sherman Oaks, Mission Hills… legendary places whose evocative names suggest a laid-back, bucolic pastoralism seemingly at odds with the bustling, bohemian art scenes and glamorous high fashion lifestyles the residents.
A short tour down the fabulous and heretofore unknown Ronald Reagan Highway (118) and you’ll find yourself in the historic town of San Fernando.
You can shop at the Denim Palace and get tamales down the street from the School Uniform District but make sure you bring your Visa because they don’t accept American Express, baby!
San Fernando is priceless. I want to move there or at least have a fabulous getaway weekend there all by myself with a bathtub full of Calgon. Damn!