There are glorious puff balls all over the trees in DC this weekend. There are also not-so-glorious crowds. Bryan and I decided to take advantage of the cultural experience by exploring yesterday. The trees are breathtaking. I’ve never felt a cherry blossom before but they are decidedly velvety. I’m in love. The crowds were also breathtaking (yes that is the Jefferson Memorial steps covered in a sea of people) – perhaps exacerbated by the beautiful weather? I estimated there may have been more people this weekend than during July 4th weekend.
Some lessons we learned:
– Do NOT drive to downtown on the Cherry Blossom Festival weekend. Seriously. You don’t want to drive.
– Metro’s not that much better – just go early and be willing to walk.
– The Japanese Arts Festival on Pennsylvania is underwhelming – there’s a lot of overpriced street food and it’s exceedingly difficult to get close enough to see the traditional performances on the main stages.
– The Cherry Blossoms are worth viewing.
– Next time, we will pack a picnic and books and take it all in.
Regardless, I am thankful for the city we call home … for now.
PS: Franklin, wish you were here. Next time, okay?