The woman with the flag approached us where we were eating lunch at the National Gallery Sculpture Garden Cafe. She wanted us to randomly pick cards with the name of warring countries on them, hold them up, and kiss with the flag draped behind us. It seemed like a pretty goofy idea, but how could we say no??
When we got past the Washington Monument, we encountered a video crew who had set up a modest operation in which they recruited passers-by to read aloud on video from this book, Goodbye Bush. They plan to put it up on Youtube. Cool.
I was determined to see the Lincoln Memorial close up, since at the concert the day before, I hadn’t been able to get any closer than the far end of the reflecting pool. I was disappointed today that I still couldn’t get onto the steps, because they had the area roped off while cleaning up after the concert. I zoomed in as far as I could, straining over the barrier, and if you look closely, you can see the beautiful Lincoln statue by Daniel Chester French– a surreal, haunting image.
We walked the length of the Vietnam Memorial. I noticed that a hush fell over the crowd. It’s a beautiful memorial, far more beautiful than any of the pictures I’ve seen suggest.