I have called Echo Park my home for nearly a year and a half. After spending an unhappy year in a hardly-walkable area of Los Angeles's Mid City, I decided to move to the east side neighborhood. I felt desperate to find an apartment from which I could stroll to the nearest restaurant, bar, or bookstore. Thankfully, I found that in Echo Park.
I like the neighborhood not only for the walkability, but for the creative energy. There's always a show going on down the street at The Echo, or a new independent shop or coffee house opening their doors. Echo Park is the younger, independent, DIY-loving sister to her neighbor, Silver Lake, and I love it. What I don't love is that my rent has gone up twice since I've lived in my apartment.
Echo Park, to me, is typified by the nights out that I've spent with my roommate at an old French restaurant and bar on Sunset Boulevard. One evening, while drinking our cocktails and minding our business, a horde of gorgeous, long-haired people who looked like extras in a Father John Misty music video filled the space. We were completely confused, but also entertained. Another night, we walked in expecting the place to be fairly empty, only to be kindly invited to join the gay men's mixer going on that evening. You never know what might happen on a night out in Echo Park and that's the fun of it.
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