Last year, more than 4m visitors flocked to Yosemite national park in California to gape at the dramatic mountains, hike through the vast meadows and soak up the stunning scenery. There's nothing worse, however, than trying to bask in nature's glory while being jostled by a coach load of snap-happy selfie enthusiasts.
Los Angeles is two cities: one of the rarefied film world whose players live secluded in the Hollywood hills; the other the working city, populated by panhandlers, grifters and grafters, the wide boulevards down which course the cabs, limos and fender-bent Fords in a twilight that could be early morning or the dim mauve of after sunset.
The obvious waste of an ice-bucket dunking is in poor taste given that São Paulo is suffering a severe drought at present. In parts of the state, the reservoirs are dry and cracked and all non-essential water use is banned. Where I live things are not quite so bad, but the local papers warn week after week that we are also on the cusp of extreme rationing.