A few weeks ago, when driving back from Hollywood after Buddy Guy’s show at the House of Blues, Peter and I decided to drive as close as possible to the Hollywood Sign, a stupid objective that only tourists or students can set for themselves.

Based with the only clue that it was somewhere near Mulholland Drive, we ended up touring the Hollywood Hills in search for the sign, hard to see at night because it is not lit anymore. We found it but couldn’t drive as close as we wished. These hills are tricky in the dark without a map. :)

So, I was playing with Google Maps tonight in a vain and desperate attempt to locate a place where I could listen to descent jazz to rescue my evening – ruined by a stubborn doorman who wouldn’t accept anything but a passport as a proof of over-21 identification for foreign patrons. And I found the sign!

Here it is, just for you, from the sky: the Hollywood sign.