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Diary of a DC day

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!

National Portrait Gallery

On a cold, dreary, rainy day in Washington, D.C., I grabbed a couple of hours at the National Portrait Gallery.

The famous Gilbert Stuart portrait.
I love that Norman Rockwell painted this!
If I were Bill Clinton, I’d be peeved about this one….
Wow.

In DC

I am in Washington, D.C. right now.

And on Thursday I spent hours at the National Museum of African-American History and Culture.

The visiting was sobering . . . exhilarating . . . life-affirming . . . tear-inducing.

The Oprah special exhibition is fun!

An original audience chair from the Oprah Show set, complete with a box of tissue.

The core of the museum is a history of African Americans in this country.  Some photos:

One of the airplanes flown by the Tuskegee airmen.

Day trip: Niagara Falls

The stunning, overwhelming, terrible, heart-cramping beauty of Niagara Falls rendered me speechless today as we sailed into the mist of the Horseshoe Falls.

My face was wet from the spray, and from the tears I was shedding.

Nature is so powerful, so glorious, and so awe-filling.

Nephew Luke and I had a four-hour tour that included the Maid of the Mist, a walk on the shore just feet from the falls themselves, and multiple sight-seeing stops.