I walked every street in Santa Monica.

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Every street, boulevard, and dead-end; plus the handful of drives, ways, roads and roundabouts scattered across the city's 5 zip codes. By the end I had walked 273.77 miles. The same distance it would take to walk from LA to the Las Vegas Strip.

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I stopped to smell flowers, pet dogs, watch waves, and gawk at a giant cow statue; but mostly I stopped at red lights to let the cars pass by.