I realised that I had not seen one person smile in LA yet.
I feel so shagged out that I almost want to come home. However, the English stiff upper lip prevails and I get a cab out to the airport for my domestic flight to San Jose. The cabbie was cool and very friendly. He suggested that, on my way back from Santa Cruz, I take the train. It stops at every stop and you can get out for 20 minutes, or so and just get a feel for each place. Supposed to be very pretty travelling across the desert. I think I may take him up on the advice when I go back to LA.