I'm never going back

Here's one reason I regret the return to fine weather in Washington, DC: the zoo was overrun with hideous little children. I might have to wait until the first killing frost of autumn thins them out a little bit before I go back there again.

There was a little respite from the mob in the invertebrate exhibit. The Boy touched the glass fo the aquarium where the octopus was swimming by: pretty neat.

On the way home, I came back via Euclid St. Crossing 16th Stret at Malcolm X (Meridian Hill) Park, traffic was a little slow. The park served as the headwaters of the big imigration protest: protesters were going to walk from there down the hill on 16th Street down to the National Mall. That's DC for you.