However, I got a bad feeling when I popped out of the Dupont Metro stop and was greeted with a sky that looked something like this**:
Hmmm...looming stormclouds don't exactly bode well for going from museum to museum. Spending time inside a museum, yes, but I really didn't want to do more than quickish stops at each one - this was not going to be some Louvre experience.***
I had just made my way to Anderson House, headquarters of the Society of the Cincinnati, when the first raindrops began to attack. I did at least have my umbrella, but flip-flopping around wet sidewalks, getting caught in errant rainstorms, and admiring beautiful gardens from indoors wasn't exactly what I had in mind. So...I made the most of Anderson House.
- Want to join? You'd better be an eligible descendant of commissioned officers of the Continental army and navy and the French army and navy who served in the Revolutionary War.
The raindrops persisted, so I treated myself to a BGR burger (burgers are known to cure many ailments, including rainy day blues) and Metro'd home to watch the raindrops instead of walk in them.
* Why is it that we're drawn to things when they're advertised as "free free FREE!!" even though we wouldn't mind shelling out the $10 or so for what would likely be a more enjoyable experience since said experience would likely be less filled with all those other people who came just because it was free? Just a thought.
** Ok, it didn't look something like that - it looked exactly like that. Isn't that one reason to haul the camera around? This way I don't have to come home and draw pictures and get out watercolors to approximate storm clouds. Geez.
*** And, with a slightly ironic twist, my adventures in the Louvre with Carrie and Jason a couple of summers ago...extended by a rainstorm! If it hadn't been for that rainstorm inspiring us to stay indoors just a little while longer, we might have missed the Code of Hammurabi and cool Egyptian things.
**** Again with the irony - a winter home in Washington. What's wrong with Key West?? Oh, fine, you're a diplomat and need to hit up the hot social scene in the nation's capital between New Year's and Easter and host people like Winston Churchill and a couple of presidents. Gotcha.
***** In case you can't tell what I'm in awe of, it's that giant painting behind my head. It really was very impressive. Here's a closer shot of the middle that my head is actually blocking:
Those empire waists really do wonders for the lower body!