*Borrowing and translating the 1975 movie title: Il pleut sur Santiago
On our first day we walked from the hotel near Dupont Circle through a marvelous park to Georgetown. At the waterfront I showed Elisabeth the Kennedy Center and the Watergate complex, memories of times long past. Next we went to the Mall that being a National Park was closed although accessible. It was deserted except for an occasional tourist or jogger while the streets along the Smithsonian Museums being useless were barred.
|The deserted Mall|
|The National Gallery of Art is closed during the shutdown of the Federal Government|
|The National Gallery of Art extends its compliments to Le Louvre|
|The umbrella was a must|
|The famous Washington fire station taken through the fogged window of the Big Bus|
|At the Union Station's food court|
However not to London, Paris, and Rome, but
To New York, the city that doesn't sleep, where I never get any sleep either,
To my kind of town, Chicago is,
To Madison where I feel snug among friends,
But it's so much nicer
Yes, it's so much nicer to come home.