A day in DC
It was a beautiful Sunday; mostly sunny and 70°F. My impulse urged me to spend some time in Washington DC. And, I did. I took the Metro transit instead of driving. The train seemed quiet (oh well, it was Sunday morning) and for the first time, I listen to Silje Nergaard’s Nightwatch after I ripped the CD to my iPod two days ago. As usual, her unintentionally mellow and smooth vocal never let me down and switch me into what-a-beautiful-Sunday-morning mode. The ride was about 25 min and it seemed too short (I was enjoying the jazz immensely). After I got out from the Metro station, I just figure I didn’t bring any map with me. So, I went on my unguided quest to explore DC area. It was not too hard for me to tour around the area because I just go to places that are crowded by tourists. I guess most tourists did their homework before touring a city (not me). Surprisingly, DC is cleaner than I expect. And also, less homeless hanging around parks (maybe they are still sleeping). I am not quite fascinated by those government “attraction” such as the White House. I had to detour several times because the increase security of the White House causing sidewalk around it were blocked. After I bypassed the White House, I visited Corcoran Museum of art. On the way to Metro station, I passed by the White House again. There was an old lady “camp” outside the White House’s compound. It was pretty bizarre because some tourists rushed to take photos with her and she kept murmuring “world peace” in different language (I guess she wasn’t sure those tourists are Chinese, Korean or Japanese). How ironic the government paying so much for the security of the White House, and I guess this lady is as safe as the President living outside the White House. This was a pretty good tour in DC for me.
White House's receptionist

2 Comments:
been there, done that... l really dont have much memory about DC... was year 1999 when l was there...
There are plenty more to do in DC. I just spent a few hours there. I imagine I will spend more time there every weekend.
p/s: One day I will find time to crush your old stomping ground, NY.
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