The specific light that keeps people returning to Los Angeles

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It is rarely the famous landmarks that people find themselves missing later. It is the quieter, specific rhythms: the way the afternoon sun hits a dusty row of palms in Echo Park, turning ordinary stucco bungalows golden and soft, or the sudden, sweet drift of night-blooming jasmine across a warm sidewalk in late May.

People talk about the stillness of canyon drives just as the morning marine layer begins to burn off, revealing hidden pockets of green you would never suspect from the freeway. Or the simple, unmatched ritual of an icy agua fresca from a strip-mall counter on a hot afternoon, sitting in the car with the driver-side window down just far enough to catch the ocean breeze coming through the hills—