My friend Todd, a New Yorker, abhors fruity martinis. He can spot wood veneer at 50 paces and gets antsy around imperfect service. This is not to say that Todd is demanding; let’s just say he’s an arbiter of taste.
Todd likes Palm Springs, though, and that’s where we met up in January. We agree that it offers much of the best of Southern California: native history and natural beauty, gourmet and gourmand, spa and pool, timeless and midcentury, gay and straight, tanned retirees and pasty out-of-towners. And new downtown developments mean that all these mingle within reach of one another.
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