Go to the end of L'Enfant Plaza Southwest and either scramble down the grassy cliff or take the spiral street down to the river front and you will find DC's floating fish market. The vendors are on barges that float up and down on the River. The fish was a penguins delight. I can't wait to go back.
George Washington had a great view from the rambling front porch out over the Potomac. Really quite wonderful. The front lawn is a favorite landing ground for Canada Geese, and you know the old saying out something going through like grass through a goose. The front lawn is peppered with goose droppings. I am glad it was not on my shoes.
I went out to Mt Vernon, George Washington's estate today. It is lambing season, the soon to be mom's are being confined for the indignity. It was nice to say, "hi, how are you doing, it will all be over soon."
Two weekends ago it snowed, not alot, but it does not take much to put DC into panic mode. Last weekend was warm and it truly felt like spring, I took a nice long walk both days last weekend. This morning it is 39 degrees out, overcast and very humid. The weather gods appear to be suffering from bipolar disorder. Makes me want to hunker down in the nest and wait for spring.
You can hear this place from half a block away and it is not the bird. No self respecting penguin would be caught dead in the place, it is so noisy. The crowd of human hatchlings is incredible and they are capable of the most incredible high pitched sounds . . . it hurts my ears . . . maybe then I could find my ears.
I could perch here and watch the people looking at the city for hours. They are so interesting, ohhing and ahhing. They are always searching from up here, for things that they know down there. Many refuse to believe that things really are, where they are, but they are. A few are surprised at how things look from the top having spent all of their lives looking up. I could sit here all day and people watch.