To explore the Venice everyone knows―the beach―I borrow a bike (you can rent) and head down Windward and across Ocean, to
the epicenter of the bohemian madness: skaters, bikers, vendors, and general nuttiness. One pass north to Rose Avenue is all
I need to remember that it was not always the bourgeois mecca that it is today.
I consider walking to be a hybrid of recreation and exercise, and in Venice, I do as much as I can. The town has everything a walker wants: amusing people-watching and significant architecture. I love to stroll the “walk streets”―essentially sidewalks with houses on both sides, and no roads. (I know you’re wondering: Residents park in the alleys in the back.) One day, I’d like to have a daycation cottage here myself.