My Fellow Americans
Washington, D.C. The epicenter of power and home to the leader of the free world, I'm told. In all honesty, the city itself seems very office hourly and everything has a stuffy bureaucratic feel to it. That, combined with the patriotism-through-tourism scene made me appreciate the fact that I would spend just 24 hours in the city.
See? He had to bring his own big wheel.
Alan Freed da waves as much as I freed da slaves, yo.
I am big and I be pointy.
On The High Line
The High Line Park is a cool idea. They converted an old stretch of elevated train tracks into a garden. Right now you can check it out starting from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District up to 20th Street between 10 and 11 avenues. Really nice, especially in the evening (because you can look into rich folks' apartments, too.)
When you think you've seen all of New York's parks.
Work in progress--the walk was blocked at the south end for construction.