This is the other Third Street—not the pseudo-urban, pedestrian (in more ways than one) Promenade in Santa Monica—but the grittier, Beverly Hills-adjacent version, a true urban shopping street. It’s a small miracle that shops can survive here since the monolithic Beverly Center mall overshadows the entire neighborhood. The Beverly Center acts as a giant black hole, sucking all shoppers into its air-conditioned vortex, leaving only a trickle of brave souls to venture into the great outdoors. What greets the brave are musty, treasure-laden vintage stores and eccentric specialty boutiques offering the wonderful and the weird. From storefronts like The Button Store and Cook’s Library, you get an idea of what Los Angeles streets must have looked like before the mega-chains took over. More recently, boutiques like OK, specializing in mid-century Scandinavian design, and Zipper, specializing in we’re-so-cool furnishings, have gobbled up the reasonably-priced square footage of this luxe-adjacent neighborhood. Third Street hasn’t yet succumbed to trendiness; it’s still just a nifty row of yesteryear shops. Park the car and go for a stroll on a street most Angelenos don’t even know about. If you don’t find what you like, well, there’s always the Beverly Center around the corner.