Not-quite-Wordless Weekend: Hollywood Neighborhood #2

We'll start this week's travels at the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and LaBrea Avenue...

...where this pavilion marks the beginning...

...of this!

This song gets stuck in my head every time I take this walk:

 Everybody’s a dreamer, everybody’s a star,
And everybody’s in movies, it doesn’t matter who
you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

Don’t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the
boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that’s why she
tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain. 

Rudolph Valentino looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as they sadly
pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
’cos he’s liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life. 

If you covered him with garbage,
George Sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don’t tread on dearest Marilyn
’cos she’s not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter
who you are.
And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood Boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie
show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and
heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along
Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

- The Kinks, "Celluloid Heroes"

You see all sorts of people on Hollywood Boulevard. And you might see some of the luckiest ones here:

The site of the Academy Awards