The result is that L.A. is a place without a geographic heart, but with lots of soul.
L.A. has no geographical heart.
L.A. has no soul.
The water is really far away from it.
I have absolutely no respect for Matisse, I care not for his struggles.
Some cats are playing with their food.
Argyll Battery is directly to your left.
The dog is playing with the dead mouse.
I have never seen that point before.