That’s D.C. As in Washington. Not DC. As in Dr. Carter.
Nevertheless, DC enjoyed a sunny Saturday in D.C.
Up at dawn to prepare for the second and third installments of the NASM workshop. I’m now a visiting evaluator for the National Association of Schools of Music.
The Metro was running slowly on a Saturday morning, and I went the wrong direction on my transfer, so my 35-minute commute to the conference hotel took an hour.
Leaving the hotel for lunch, I decided first on a manicure, and then an Indian food buffet, all adjacent to the Woodley Park Metro stop.
Then the afternoon session was done early, so I headed to Eastern Market to shop the stalls and grab something for dinner. While I could have purchased some knick-knacks and things for the walls, I didn’t. I did, however, grab some steamed dumplings and a banana pudding. And then after a nap at the hotel, had my dinner in my room.
Poking around on Capitol Hill, outside of the touristy area, is a balm after several days.
And then it was time to head to the Kennedy Center (via Metro and shuttle bus) to see the National Symphony Orchestra in their 12,775th official concert. The program, conducted by Carlos Miguel Prieto, featured the Rachmaninoff Third Concerto in a thrilling — electrifying, even — performance by Denis Kozhukin. Thirty-two years old. Russian. Impeccable technique. But heart beyond his years.
I passed by Mr. Lincoln on the way back to the hotel. I’ll see him tomorrow.
Time for a late-evening call with Yufei!