I just watched here in the cafe, an African American man, wearing a black hoodie that said I Am My Ancestor’s Wildest Dream passed by. I love that. I walked again to the Tatte Bakery Cafe in the city center. And took notice of footwear. I guess that's one way of telling who the locals are. Who wears sandals in early rainy April? And of course I do love leather shoes with a suit.
And then my S P I N A C H , J E R U S A L E M A R T I C H O K E , & E G G P L AT E ( C I L B I R ) arrived. Sautéed spinach, roasted Jerusalem Artichoke (which I now know are sunchokes) and a poached egg, over garlic labneh, with Aleppo chili oil, served with sourdough. And my new favorite hot drink, London Fog or Earl Grey tea with vanilla and milk.
And then I began my walk to the Hirshorn and promptly got lost. I think where I ended up walking is back to Chinatown in the Penn Quarter. I finally turned around and went past this Catholic church again.
And knew I was headed back to the city central when I passed the Thomson Elementary school which is across the street from this similar red brick apartment building. I wonder if it was perhaps the headmaster's home or the lodgings for the teachers back in the day. Now it's surrounded by modern buildings and offices. I do like getting lost and figuring out what neighborhood I'm in.
If I go back to Washington, D.C. though, I want to stay closer to the Metro Station and the Capitol and come on a weekend to go to the Eastern Market and the Library of Congress. So once I was closer to the National Mall, I finally started to feel oriented and could see the Hirshorn in my sights.
Unfortunately, the third floor was closed because they were still creating exhibits to celebrate its 50th anniversary. I was the only person on a docent tour, and afterward my docent said I should just stroll through the sculpture garden and go to the Smithsonian American Art Museum at the National Portrait Gallery. And so I did! My feet were aching once I got there, but at least I also knew I wasn't far afterward from my hotel. Alas!
A volunteer at the front desk, when I told her that I was incredibly fatigued, steered me toward the top to make my way down and incorporate a rest stop. Yes please. And once I'd rested and walked and looked, I started exiting opposite where I entered, where a reception was being prepared, I asked a caterer who and she said she wasn't allowed to disclose who were the very important people. No matter, I was exhausted and hungry.