Karen Walker | February 1st, 2007
If you find yourself at a loose end in L.A., take the drive up the Pacific Coast Highway with the Pacific glittering on your left all the way until, an hour or so north, you see a small sign for Paradise Cove. I found myself there on a winter’s day and settled into the beach cafe; a wonderful spot that felt like it had been in the same family for generations. The walls were covered in black and white photos of young men with Malibu long boards. Nostalgia like this can sometimes feel cheesy and false but not in this case. Here it felt real and charming, a romantic vision of California. Bruce Weber meets The Beach Boys, which is exactly what you want of this part of the world. We sat in the window looking at the unusually grey sky over an unusually grey Pacific. After lunch, we settled into the Cape Cod chairs on the beach with hot tea. The beach itself is tiny. It’s just the cafe, a beaten up old wharf and elegant beach houses. It is a private community so you have to pay to enter but it’s a small fee and well worth it for this little piece of magic.