On Wednesday, walking through the abandoned Palisades village with tables and tall metal heaters tossed about by the wind like children’s toys, a female voice eerily sounds over a loudspeaker: “A fire has been detected. Please leave the Village immediately.” A not-unpleasant bell sounds several times before she repeats the announcement.
I feel certain I’ve seen this before – in a movie.
The upscale outdoor Village mall with everything from Lululemon to Yves St Laurent to Erewhon market — where you can get a pressed juice for a mere $16 – is half intact. YSL is fine. But across the street another unidentifiable store is a blackened hulk.