Where the President Lives

After a late-night (technically early-morning) arrival at the historic Hotel Lombardy in Washington, D. C., a good night’s sleep, and a fortifying breakfast at Penn Grill, we were ready to take a walk down to the Air and Space Museum via Pennsylvania Avenue.  The journey included some play time at the parking meters and some rolling around near the statue of Rochambeau.  Upon arrival to the White House, the boys took to scaling the fence, and Oscar wondered if every man in sunglasses and a suit was the president.  Edgar’s best friend, the fluffy blue “Dream Horse,” came along for the day.  Our ultimate destination was the Smithsonian, but the journey there was just as profound. 

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