saturday vignette: an afternoon in Washington, DC

My wife and I recently stayed overnight in Washington, DC. Neither of us had visited the city much since we lived there for about five years many years ago. This post chronicles my last visit. As my wife knows, when you vacation with me in a city it’s time to put on your walking shoes. She’s not forgotten the time she walked the tread off a new pair during a trip we took to Paris. This time her shoes were more than up to the task.

We stayed at a nice hotel with a modern aesthetic in DuPont Circle. Very hip. After dropping off our luggage in the smallish but well appointed room we set out to see some sights. DC of course is full of tourists. We laughed because we were now them! At least we were walking and not riding one of those fake, old-timey motorized trolleys. Especially, the orange and green ones.

Washington, DC, of course, is a city of monuments. But when you live there you tend not to dwell on them so much. I hadn’t really visited the Mall since I was in grade school so I suggested we walk down there. There were a couple of new additions I wanted to see – the World War II memorial and especially the memorial to Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

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It was a beautiful afternoon with surprisingly little humidity.

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The Mall was filled with tourists, vendors, runners and bicyclists. I was impressed by how many folks were tooling about on the very red Capital Bikeshare cruisers. The city has become very bicycle-friendly. I wished it was Spring when the cherry blossoms are in bloom. DC really shines then.

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As afternoon became evening we began making our way over to Georgetown to revisit more memories. And find a bite to eat. After dinner we tried stopping by Georgetown Cupcake for dessert but…Whoa! Look at that line. Maybe another time. Instead we ducked in a nearby shop for a bottle of wine and some little cakes for later. A quick cab ride and we were back at the hotel.

In all a wonderful afternoon. Being a tourist wasn’t so bad after all.

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