I took one of the shared vans once I got out of LAX with a general address given to the driver, "Hollywood Boulevard." When he said where exactly, I just said wherever is convenient. Two of the other customers with European accents suggested Roosevelt Hotel, where they were staying. That actually was the best location to get off the van as it was right in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard.
So finally on the Walk of Fame, stepping and walking over famous celebrities of years past and the present, looking for familiar names to take pictures of, dead or alive, and crossing the street to check for others on the other walkway. Two to three hours was more than enough time to allot with all the walking and the sightseeing, plus a quick bite in one of the commercial food chains in the area.
But more than the names of people strewn on pavements that run a mile who I would probably not rub elbows with, two other names were far more important for this trip, Marlon and Mishelle, as they joined theirs in holy matrimony.