On our first expedition, we rode the Red Line from Silver Spring to Judiciary Square, and walked from there to the Air and Space Museum. Judiciary Square was eerily deserted. I got the feeling it was a bit like being in the City (in London) at the weekend: places that are absolutely heaving Monday through Friday are completely empty on Saturday and Sunday.
Lions at Judiciary Square.
“It is not how these officers died that made them heroes, it is how they lived”
Getting closer to the Air & Space Museum: reaching Jupiter.
Shiny thing outside the Air & Space Museum.
Shiny thing inside the Air & Space Museum - Moon landing exhibit.
Hands up if you miss the space shuttle. *sigh*
Invariably in the Top Five Questions Primary School Children Ask when meeting a space scientist, right after “Would your head explode if you removed your spacesuit helmet in space?”
Keiki and me in the baby room for a pit stop.
The planes, boss, the planes!
Looking up at Saturn V’s bum. It’s biiiiig.
In the gift shop, Keiki and I found a gift for a new baby friend back in the UK.
We found a gift for me as well - a hoodie celebrating the SR-71 Blackbird, one of the most amazing planes ever built.
After all the tech, I wanted to spend a little time appreciating nature so we headed for the nearby Botanic Gardens. I was hoping to get a cup of tea there, but it turns out to be pretty much the only place on the Mall that doesn’t have a cafe. I had a quick spin through the glass houses and then went back to the Smithsonians.
Big root sculpture outside the botanic gardens entrance, with scaffolded Capitol Hill in the background.
Down at the end there, the doors say, “Entering Hawai’i”. :D
Very cool root display.
I chose to have my late lunch and very delayed cup of tea in the National Museum of the American Indian. I later discovered that I’d chosen one of the best of the overpriced Smithsonian cafes to eat in, according to the locals in the wedding party. I did think my enchiladas were pretty good at the time, but it was still nice to have my unintentional good judgment validated!
The very beautiful internal architecture of the mostly harrowing National Museum of the American Indian. I didn’t take any other photos inside, just experienced all the exhibits, which apart from the modern ones designed by Native Americans, were pretty unremittingly depressing. It’s kind of hard for them not to be when the treatment of native peoples by the US government was (is…) appalling for most of the US’s history.
Keiki sat with me and quietly watched a fifteen minute film about the tragic nineteenth century removals of native peoples from their land, so when he took a shine to a rattle in a Navajo design in the shop afterward, I got it for him. It’s now one of his favourite toys.
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