Venice Beach is still one of those quintessential California playgrounds, built on old tobacco money, complete with giant sandbox. Walking down Ocean Front Walk on a scorching afternoon, you can expect to be greeted by a cavalcade of street performers, colorful vagrants, fragrant proponents of legalized marijuana and, of course, shiny tanned bodies on display. Venice wouldn’t be Venice without Muscle Beach – an open air fitness arena where the buff and the beautiful can tone to perfection, while the hordes of tourists look on, thoughtfully chewing away at $1 pizza slices [sold nearby].
