Ron Herman
L.A.’s young and fab make regular pilgrimages to this warren of shops housed beneath a vine-covered roof. Shimmery-blond stay-at-home-moms peruse knit hip-length cardigans, film producers in wrinkled dress shirts pick up Prada ombre loafers, and out-of-work actresses in leopard-print heels stop by Mauro’s Café for crisp baby-arugula salads.
Tip: Don’t ignore the walls when you’re refueling at the café, which moonlights as a gallery; the installations (like a recent series of original black-and-white photos of the Rolling Stones by Philip Townsend) are pretty impressive.
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