The Witch’s House looks familiar now.
One year while walking around Westwood I met a man who lived in a charming fairytale sort of house. I was delighted to be invited in and given a tour of the house. He was very nice, wish I could remember his name. I think he wrote scripts for TV shows, whatever it was, I remember I was familiar with some of his work.
This was during the time when I was in LA coping with my father’s last weeks in the hospital & my, very difficult, sister. My walks were my salvation & meeting this gentleman truly brightened my day.