Een leuk artikel over Ojai :
It’s a hot Sunday morning in the sleepy town of 8,000 people, and under the assembled white tents, among fragile Gaviota strawberries and fresh organic goat meat, my head is spinning from watching the multitude of Californians on parade. A man stands by a sign advertising free hugs while a woman in a wheelchair plays a didgeridoo: This is old-school-hippie California. A young couple pushes a toddler in an expensive stroller. Mom has Coachella-ready tricolor hair—platinum white, pink, and purple—and spiky metal-toed boots; Dad’s a young Jim Morrison: Here is hipster-family California. A Ferrari and a battered biodiesel Mercedes are parked nearby: dueling-car-culture California. A barefoot freckled farm girl in cutoff jeans and a gingham blouse presides over gorgeously dirty root vegetables: modern-farmer California. It’s as if northern and southern California called a truce, started a new republic, and named it Ojai.
De rest kunnen jullie hier lezen: http://www.cntraveler.com/stories/2014-09-09/the-calming-vortex-of-ojai.
I am loving my little town:)
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