On our balcony overlooking the hotel pool, we wake to an up-close-and-personal view, and some of the best people-watching money can buy. Some of our subjects lounge around dressed for a music video, whilst others arrange themselves in cover model poses, tanned abs on perma-flex. Beyond them, framed by swaying palm trees, another perfect L.A. morning sparkles before us, calling our names. We’d be modest to say that it’s not as glam as it sounds but, in fact, it is. We stroll leisurely downstairs to crowd level and position ourselves on a sun-lounger. A handsome, preppy waiter appears in sunglasses, to take our breakfast – ok, cocktail – order, with that typically L.A. concoction of efficiency and laid-back friendliness. To our left, an actress holds a script, her lines highlighted, moving her lips silently as she commits them to memory – we wonder if she’s going to make it. We’re delighted to sunbathe and listen to the chilled-out music, just loud enough to drown out the constant hum of L.A. traffic, but not so loud you can’t concentrate on the beautiful people as they go about their lives. If you want ‘La-la-land’, The Standard is a good bet.
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