Los Angeles’ own late, great Etta James crooned of lost romance and ominous, slate-colored skies. November in Los Angeles is hardly lamentable; Thanksgiving is practically a summer holiday, yet I’m sure many Angelenos would prefer cloudy skies, a cup of coffee, and a window sill to look at the city in shades of gray to usher in fall.

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