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There are beach towns that exist purely for tourists, and there are beach towns where actual people live, actual lives.

Then there's Venice, California, which somehow manages to be both simultaneously while also being neither.

A place so strange, so contradictory, so determinedly weird that it defies easy categorization.

It's where tech money meets street artists, where multimillion dollar homes sit blocks from tent encampments, where a developer's fever dream from nineteen oh five created actual canals in southern California that somehow still exist more than a century later.

Venice was always supposed to be something it wasn't.

Abbot Kinney, a tobacco millionaire with grand ambitions, envisioned an American Venice, complete with canals, gondolas, and cultural attractions that would bring European sophistication to the California coast.

He built it, and people came, but not quite in the way he imagined.

The amusement peer attracted crowds, but the highbrow cultural aspirations never quite took hold.

The canals silted up and fell into disrepair.

Oil was discovered and Derek sprouted.

Where Kenney had dreamed of Renaissance revival would emerge instead with something uniquely Californian.

A beach community that became a haven for beats and hippies, bodybuilders and skateboarders, street performers and artists, tech workers and tourists, all co existing in a compact area where the Pacific Ocean meets urban Los Angeles.

Venice refuses to be just one thing, and that refusal has become its defining characteristic.

The Venice Canals still exist, tucked away in a quiet residential neighborhood, just blocks from the boardwalk's chaos.

Most visitors to Venice never find them, which is part of their appeal.

You have to know they're there, have to deliberately seek them out, have to walk away from the beach and the shops and the street performers to discover this pocket of unexpected European charm in the middle of La The canals occupy a few square blocks between Venice Boulevard and Washington Boulevard, east of Pacific Avenue.

Six remaining canals, Carol, Lenny halland Sherman Eastern and Grand form a grid with small bridges connecting the walkways.

Houses line both sides, ranging from modest bungalows that have been here for decades to contemporary architectural statements built by people with significant money to spend.

Walking the canal paths feels like stumbling into a different city entirely.

The water reflects the sky in the houses, creating a sense of tranquility that seems impossible this close to the beach boardwalk's carnival atmosphere.

Ducts paddle between lily pads.

People sit on their small docks, reading or just watching the water.

The walkways are narrow, designed for foot traffic rather than cars, creating an intimacy of scale that's rare in La.

The bridges are small enough that you can stand on them and touch both railings simultaneously.

Some are original concrete structures showing their age.

Others have been rebuilt but maintain the scale and spirit of the originals.

Crossing from one side of a canal to the other takes maybe ten steps, but those steps transport you from one property to another, one esthetic to another, one economic reality to another.

The architectural diversity tells the story of Venice's evolution.

Original craftsmen bungalows the Kinneys Company built in the nineteen tens and nineteen twenties still stand, their wood siding weathered, their front porches, suggesting a slower era.

Mid Century modern additions from the nineteen fifties and sixties show clean lines and plate glass windows.

And then there are the contemporary insertions, glass and steel constructions that make no attempt to blend with their neighbors, bold statements about wealth and taste that announce their newness without apology.

This architectural collision could feel chaotic, but somehow it works.

Maybe it's because the canals themselves provide continuity.

The water doesn't care what style of house sits on its banks.

Maybe it's because Venice has always been about juxtaposition, about different things existing side by side without requiring uniformity.

Or maybe it's simply that the canals are beautiful enough that the houses become secondary to the water they surround.

The canals are at their best in morning light, before the crowds arrive at the beach, when the only sounds are birds and the occasional paddle boards slicing through the water.

This is when residents walk their dogs, When serious photographers capture the reflections when the neighborhood feels most likely quiet residential area technically is rather than the tourist attraction it's becoming.

From the canals, It's a short walk to Abbitt Kinney Boulevard, and the transition is dramatic.

The quiet residential calm of the canals gives way to one of LA's most aggressively trendy shopping and dining districts Abbot Kinney Boulevard, named for the same developer who built the canals, has become shorthand for a certain kind of contemporary California cool.

Carefully curated boutiques, restaurants with inevitable wait times, coffee shops where laptops outnumber conversations, and the constant sense that everyone here is performing some version of Venice lifestyle for an invisible audience.

The boulevard run from Venice Boulevard southeast toward the beach, about a mile of retail and restaurant density that represents Venice's transformation from bohemian enclave to destination for people with disposable income.

This gentrification has been controversial, with longtime residents watching as rents increased, local businesses were replaced by chains masquerading as independence in the neighborhood's character shifted from scrappy to polished, but complaining about gentrification while walking abbot Kinney feels a bit like complaining about crowds while standing in one.

The boulevard exists in its current form because people with money decided Venice was worth their attention, and those people created demand for the kinds of businesses that now line the street.

Whether that's good or bad depends largely on whether you were here before or arrived after.

The Shopping on abbot Kinney tends toward the boutique and the expensive.

Clothing stores selling items that look simple but cost hundreds of dollars, home good shops offering candles and ceramics, and other objects that occupy the space between necessity and pure luxury.

Art galleries showing work by local artists alongside more established names bookstores with carefully selected titles displayed spine out like art objects.

The stores share a certain esthetic minimalist in design, selective in inventory, expensive in pricing.

This is shopping as curation, where the act of choosing what to sell is as important as the selling itself.

The staff in these shops tend to be young, attractive, and possessed of that particularly LA combination of friendliness and indifference.

The restaurant seen on Abbot Kinni reflects broader LA food trends with perhaps more intensity than elsewhere.

Plant based restaurants abound, catering to Venice's health conscious, environmentally aware clientele.

The vegan restaurant serves food that's aggressively flavorful and satisfying, proving that plant based cuisine has evolved far beyond the bland, virtuous offerings that once define the category.

The dishes are inventive without being gimmicky, using vegetables as primary ingredients rather than meat substitutes, and the result is food that works on its own terms, rather than as a compromise.

Coffee shops multiply along Abbot Kinny, with the frequency of gas stations on a freeway.

Each has its own angle.

One focuses on single origin beans and precise brewing methods, and other emphasizes its sustainability credentials.

A third cultivates a specific aesthetic that photographs well.

The coffee is uniformly good, reflecting the high baseline that third wave coffee culture has established in La, But the real function of these shops is as workspaces and social spaces, where laptops open and remote workers claim tables for hours at a time.

The street's energy peaks on weekends, when the sidewalks fill with a mix of locals and visitors, all participating in the performance of being in Venice.

There's a self consciousness to it all that can feel exhausting.

Everyone seems aware that they're in a place that has been deemed cool, and that awareness affects how they move through the space.

But there's also genuine pleasure in walking a street where attention has been paid to design, where the retail offerings are interesting, even if unaffordable, where people watching provides constant entertainment.

The street art and murals that appear on walls and alleys throughout Venice provide visual interest and historical continuity.

Some are sanctioned pieces by known artists, Others are guerrilla installations that appear overnight.

The subjects range from political commentary to purists athetics, from portraits of cultural figures to abstract explosions of color.

This public art serves as a reminder that Venice was once and in some way still is a place where artists could afford to live and work.

Parking on abbot Kinny is predictably terrible, which actually serves the street's pedestrian friendly character.

People park in residential neighborhoods and walk in, or they arrive by bike, or they use ride sharing services that drop them at their destination.

The lack of easy parking creates a self selecting audience.

Those who make the effort to get here really want to be here, which maintains a certain energy level that easy access might dilute.

The boulevard connects to the Beach Boardwalk at its western end, creating a natural progression from shopping to ocean, but the two areas feel distinctly different.

Abbot Kinne is curated and relatively orderly, while the boardwalk embraces chaos and spectacle.

The transition between them happens over just a few blocks, but it might as well be different cities.

Venice Beach Boardwalk needs no introduction.

It's been filmed, photographed, and written about enough that it exists as much in cultural imagination as physical reality.

The muscle beach bodybuilders, the street performers.

The vendors sell everything from sunglasses to cannabis, the skateboarders at the skate park, the basketball courts where serious games happen.

All of it creates a carnival atmosphere that's simultaneously authentic and performance, organic and self conscious.

The boardwalk is where Venice's contradictions become most visible.

Wealthy homeowners live steps from street vendors.

Tourists seek authenticity while creating the conditions that make authenticity impossible.

The homeless population that lives here exists alongside visitors who've paid hundreds of dollars per night for beachfront hotels.

The whole scene feels both exactly like you expect and completely surprising in its intensity.

Venice works because it contains multitudes.

The quiet canals and the chaotic boardwalk, the expensive boutiques and the street vendors, the tech workers and the artists, the longtime residents and the recent arrivals.

All of these co exist in a compact area that refuses to resolve into coherent narrative.

It's messy and contradictory and often uncomfortable, but those qualities make it more interesting than neighborhoods that have been smoothed into consistency.

The challenge for Venice is maintaining any connection to its past.

Gentrification accelerates the rents that allow boutiques to thrive on Abokinni also price out the artists and weirdos who gave Venice its character.

The tourism that brings economic vitality also crowds out local life.

The development that creates housing also changes the neighborhood's fundamental nature.

These aren't problems with easy solutions, and Venice increasingly feels like a place in transition, caught between what it was and what it's becoming, with the outcome uncertain.

But for now, Venice delivers an experience that's quintessentially la beautiful and troubled, expensive and accessible, carefully designed, and chaotically organic, all at the same time.

From the unexpected European charm of the canals to the commercial energy of abbot Kinney to the circus of the boardwalk, Venice compresses California's contradictions into a few walkable square miles.

It's not always comfortable, it's definitely not cheap, but it's never boring.

I'm Johnny Mack and Travelers Back