Hollywood Boulevard: A Trail Of Stars

My eyes wandered off to the glitzy signs.

"Pass me a pair of stilettos please!", I wanted to call out to the Shoe Gods. Preferably the ones Beyonce wore in her "Crazy In Love" music video. Cause yah know, a pair of hot heels befits a sashay on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Not my tattered flip flops.

Beware of the force that envelopes the backpacking mum!
It was our last day in Los Angeles, about six months ago. I felt it was apt to cap off our ten-day California visit with a Hollywood tour, even if it meant looking like a family of unkempt hippies in the midst of Glamourville. Okay, that's quite an exaggeration for I counted a bunch of pedestrians shabbier than us.

If you're fond of getting dolled up, you know what I mean.

As of November 8 this year, the Walk Of Fame consists of 2,454 stars (Wikipedia). Erm, that's tons!
From our parked car on Vine Street, we strolled northbound following a trail
of stars toward Hollywood Boulevard. At the intersection of the two streets, not a star but a moon greeted us. It bears the names Neil Armstrong, Edwin E. Aldrin Jr. and Michael Collins of the Apollo XI Mission.

Someday, she shall have her own star.
Aside from souvenir shops, we weren't looking for anything particular. As soon as we turned to Hollywood Boulevard, random people approached us offering free admission to be an audience of a so and so show. And to my horror, Shrek popped out of nowhere and offered to pose with me for a photo. You see, for some strange reason, I'm a Shrekophobic. I immediately cringe upon the sight of this ogre. I dashed away from the bewildered Shrek (did he just mumble "What's your problem lady?!") to the amusement of my hubby who's totally familiar with my peculiar phobia.

Shrek, leave me alone.
We stumbled upon several other characters: Mrs. Incredible, Spiderman, and Catwoman who looked like she was working the streets (yah know, the dirty kind) whenever she inserts cash in her bag whilst chewing a gum. We only asked Darth Vader and his Stormtrooper BFF for a photo. Before snapping shots, Darth said they uhm, ask for tips. He also asked where we're from. When we replied "The Philippines", Darth excitedly confessed "I love adobo and pancit!".

He reminded me of the Mexican I met at Santa Monica Pier who loves these Pinoy dishes as well.

Kodak Theatre sits on a spot where historic Hollywood Hotel once stood.
Though a photo with these Star Wars characters is already an awesome souvenir, I still purchased a few knickknacks, from the usual fridge magnet and jigger to the more pricey shirts. After shopping, we agreed to call it a day since the parking meter was counting down our minutes (we also had to return the car that the hubby's employer hired for us).

Back to our commuter selves, after returning a hired car.
I sulked when we passed the Kodak Theatre on the way back to our car for I was not able to watch the American Idol finals (yes I could be tacky sometimes) live the weekend before. I honestly thought the universe allowed me to be whisked to California for such purpose. But ugh, I wasn't able to score tickets for no one could babysit Luna.

Anyhoo, better luck next season. And let me tell you this, when I return... I shall be catwalking in them killer stilettos.

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