One tiny plane now flies alllllll the way from the wee little city of Madison directly to DC. Shocking, isn't it?
I enjoyed sitting in the last row (that would be row 12) and counting the number of times people used the restroom in the course of a 90 minute flight. Repeat offenders were especially scrutinized.
How humid is it here? So humid that you’d think DC was built on a swamp. (And so it was.)
How good is the food? I’ll just give you the beginning and the ending, bypassing entirely the moulard duck breast with coriander cassis sauce, sweet potatoes and spicy orange ginger marmalade.
It's all about taste. And color:
chilled cucumber with cilantro, chilies, lime and shrimp salsa
classic strawberry shortcake
espresso of course
Finally, some photographic musings on amusing scenes from an evening walk around Dupont Circle and Adams Morgan.
he's just not into her
he's into her
window lights, two
Madam's organ at Adams Morgan