Rodeo Drive, luxury shopping, five star hotels that look more like a sky full of stars, expensive chic cafes, palm trees more beautiful than anywhere else, clean streets that smell like orange blossoms, a flow of lamborghinis, ferraris and maseratis driving by the Santa Monica freeway like it's no big deal, women walking in their Valentino's looking like they just stepped out of a cover of a magazine, well dressed businessmen, celebrities that live right next to each other and their mansions that look like something you see in those movies. That's just a bit of what Beverly Hills is. It's expensive, luxurious, majestic and it just consumes you. It's one of those places you'd ask yourself how can it be so perfect. So polished. So beautiful. It's like a big open gallery. A gallery of beautiful buildings, designer labels, cars, people, streets that smell like orange blossoms and give you a feeling you're walking on Dolce & Gabbana fragrance ad campaign set. Beverly Hills is like this little separate world free of anything but good looking.