Jeff took the train down from Troy to join us for our last weekend of this
trip. We started with our traditional Dim Sum brunch. As if we
weren’t full enough, we then went to Union Market, an old warehouse now filled
with all kinds of food stalls. Each of us enjoyed collecting various
delicacies for a picnic dinner. The Market is featured in the current
issue of Natl. Geog. Traveler.
The picnic was part of an evening jazz concert in a park near where Cheryl
and Dave live. The opening act was geared for children and the performer
did an excellent job of engaging the many school-age children in songs with
action. Bennett was an active viewer.
One of the reasons Jeff had come down was to participate in a Post Game,
some kind of activity we don’t understand that is put on by the Washington
Post. It involved the old Village People’s YMCA song and running to
various places near the Mall.
We opted out and instead went up to the
National Portrait Gallery where Bennett spent the afternoon happily stomping in
the water installation.
We bid farewell to Jeff knowing we will all be together again the end of
the month.
The weather in DC went from cold to hot to pouring rain to thunderstorm to
spring perfection, all this within forty-eight hours and then repeated.
The afternoon before we left was a perfect example, clear and sunny until we got
out of the car at the zoo. Then it poured and the humidity soured but it
did not dampen our enjoyable visit to the panda bears and the elephants.
The finale of the trip was Bennett riding the National Zoo’s
carousel. His face went from doubt to wonder as the ride began. He
stared with disappointment as the next ride began without him, but his
mommy will be sure he goes on it another time.
Our standard farewell meal in DC is at Spices, an excellent Japanese
Restaurant where we are known as Cheryl’s parents. The food is great and we
have our own personal server. Once home we will prepare for the family
invasion including Bennett-proofing our senior residence.
To be continued at the end of the month.
No comments:
Post a Comment