Hollywood - the promised land

Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood, LA

The bus arrived in Hollywood ... I looked greedily out of the window: stucco houses and palms and drive-ins, the whole mad thing, the ragged promised land, the fantastic end of America. We got off the bus at Main Street, which was no different from where you get off a bus in Kansas City or Chicago or Boston - red brick, dirty, characters drifting by, trolleys grating in the hopeless dawn, the whorey smell of a big city.
Jack Kerouac [On the Road, 1951]