A Walker in L.A.: The Violet Hour

The jacarandas are in bloom for our delight—or dismay
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It’s the violet hour in L.A., as the jacarandas burst into bloom, exploding across the city like purple sparks. Their distinctive color commands attention, a showy shade that contrasts with pretty much every other flower in the urban environment—especially this one, which I spotted in front of a Victorian in Angelino Heights. I am also partial to the sound that jacarandas make: They blanket the sidewalks in squishy rubber blossoms. Often, I’ll “hear” the trees before I see them, feeling the snap and pop below my feet, then looking up to confirm that, indeed, there’s a bright purple canopy above. Of course, residents with jacarandas in their vicinity might not be as pleased to be finding the purple flowers in their car hoods, carpets, and even beds for the next month or so.

Alissa Walker is a writer, a gelato eater, and a walker in L.A. She shares an experience from her adventures around town at CityThink each Wednesday. Follow her daily on Instagram at @awalkerinLA, on Twitter, or at her blog, and use the hashtag #betteroffped to share your own photographs of walking in L.A.