Venice Beach got our tourist dollars today by virtue of being somewhere else the two active buses were running to.
We found the building-high mural of Poutin' Jimbo Morrison thanks to a picture postcard which told us about it (glossing him as 'of "The Doors", a rock and roll group who played at the Cheetah Club on Venice Pier').
We hired recumbent bikes; I promptly fell off mine, which takes some doing when you're four inches off the ground and have three wheels to stabilise you, then Owen's chain came off, and that was the end of that.
Apart from one or two 'wow, that's so cool' sights - dedicated surfers charging off into the waves and a woman cycling with a white cockatoo balanced on the handlebars - it was an average beach, though with a higher class of hot dogs than usual. The sunsets, though, are deservedly famous.