I’ve become fascinated with a place. It’s the Hotel Belmont in the Bunker Hill neighborhood of Los Angeles in 1942. So to say it’s just a place isn’t really accurate, it’s a place in a time. And it’s gone now, demolished in the late 60?s, but it was well documented, inside and out.
American Novelist Raymond Chandler wrote about the Bunker Hill neighborhood, cementing it into American psyche with characters that lived,worked, drank and connived there. Here’s how he describes it: This is from his book, The High Window
via The High Window « the only truth is that nothing’s true.