Santa Monica, California. We took a walk along the beach (on a paved path wheeling my mother) from Venice up to beyond the Santa Monica Pier. The beach is vast and relatively clean.
I have fond memories of early morning skim boarding sessions at low tide along here as well as beach volleyball games a bit further north on a set of four courts.
I never hung out on the pier and until this day, hadn’t ever walked on it that I can remember. Touristy but hey, that’s what I am now too.