The sandy beach frames the ocean as I run along the boardwalk. Past volleyball matches, people walking their pets and each other, rollerbladers, skateboarders, slow going bicyclists. There are no motor noises. No cars with the exception of an occasional police vehicle. Just the sound of voices, the waves, and my headphones. The houses are built as big as they can be - most are like big boxes within arms reach of one another.
At Hermosa beach, you have to run down a few stairs to re-connect with the boardwalk. The cement is shinier. Half the houses are carved up and rented out to college kids. It is a big party zone. Eventually you come to a wall which signals Redondo beach. I'm not sure what I like better - watching the people, the ocean, or the weather. This is one of my favorite places to run.