For starters, yes. It's exactly as ritz-y as you think it is. Pulling up I noted to my Uber driver the exuberant amount of small breed dogs in Beverly Hills his response as astute as he was; "The more money you have, the smaller your dog is in LA." Duly noted. The streets were lined with foreign cars I couldn't pronounce if I tried, and the stores were minimalist and modern and entirely out of my price range. But who can turn down a stroll down Rodeo Drive serving nothing but realness?! It was another world for this bargain basement bitch. I imagine Good Charlotte was in Beverly Hills when they wrote "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous." Regardless, Beverly Hills was gorgeous. I saw the Pretty Woman hotel and a car accident. I was surrounded by palms trees, water fountains, and whole lot of glamour. I didn't spend a lot of time here because (again) I'm broke and it was starting to sprinkle, but it was worth it to see how the other half lives so to speak.