I love big cities; Boston, New York, or DC. I like big, old cities. Do I want to play the tourist to shop? Absolutely not. I want to walk, and walk, and walk some more, take pictures, and absorb the places where people really live. Then I find an outdoor cafe and sit, watching the people walk by living their regular routines and wonder what it would be like to live there. I admire the architecture, the old growth trees, and savor the flavor of real life in that BIG CITY.
So that's what I did on Thursday in DC. I explored the neighborhood around Capitol Hill.
DC has many magnificent row houses in this area, much like the row houses in my beloved New York City, but more colorful.
I stopped and sat on the steps of a Catholic church to talk to a friend. The sirens of the DC Metro Police and ambulances, the horns honking in cars, the snatches of conversation overheard, "You know, he's a great candidate, Jeb already endorsed him"...the song of DC. It's a different song of the city than you hear in New York.
Here's that church spire from a distance:
Then there were all the postage stamp sized cottage gardens in the front of the row houses. This is a big difference from New York
Isn't this little cafe adorable? Tres jolie!
