Some time back, I phoned my daughter and asked what she was up to. She told me that she had just picked up tickets to a performance at the Kennedy Center, because she has now lived in D.C. for several years and had not been to the center. Then she said "why don't you come out and go with me? So, I did. I flew out on Thursday evening, July 2nd and flew out on July 5. Our adventures began on Friday the 3rd and it was a jam-packed, whirlwind weekend. Friday morning, we headed out to Tiffany, where I made my first ever Tiffany purchase. It was a tough decision, but in the end I bought a unique beaded necklace (in above photo) with three beads that slide. The beads read T&Co. Very discreet. I was very torn as to getting one of the new keys, there was one with a heart that I loved (my daughter offered to buy it for me, but I declined). When the woman who waited on us handed me my purchase (after wrapping) she said "welcome to Tiffany."
After that we went for mega shopping at Tysons Corner Center.
We lunched at Coastal Flats, where I had a perfect mojito.
And, delicious east coast crab cake. Crab cake in the midwest is mostly breading with a little bit of crab. Once you've eaten crab cake on the east coast, and know how it is really supposed to be, a lot of crab with a little bit of breading, you no longer want to eat crab cake in the midwest.
Friday evening, we had tickets for The Color Purple at the Kennedy Center. Prior to the show, my daughter treated me to dinner at Marcel's, where we enjoyed the theatre package which included car service to the theatre. For this country mouse, it was a very upscale evening.
Moi, on the terrace of the Kennedy Center, overlooking the Potomac. It is a shame how casual our society has become. There were many who didn't even dress for the theatre. There were also many who did and I admired the beautiful dresses (and hats!) that they wore.
We had amazing seats.
We had amazing seats.
Ceiling of the Kennedy Center. This was just overhead.
I was warned to take tissues and I cried nearly the entire second act. It was without a doubt, one of the best productions I've seen.
Saturday, the 4th, we headed to Capitol Hill to Eastern Market.
We stood in line for an hour for the famous blue-bucks. Buckwheat blueberry pancakes. For a full explanation, I'll refer to a sister blogger. Great job on your description and photos, Erin. I ordered the bluebucks and my daughter ordered the brick. We shared. Perfect.
Just outside the main market building. When I do farmer's markets in D.C. I have that "you're not in Kansas anymore, Toto" feeling. While we have an amazing hometown market here in Bloomington, it pales next to the markets at our nation's capitol.
My beautiful daughter, checking out the wares.
Then we went across the street to the Flea Market.
My daughter found some prints.
At the metro. When I take a photograph like this, said daughter rolls her eyes and chastises me for acting like a tourist. Despite the fact that I've been to D.C. a handful of times through the years, I am a tourist.
I've entitled this pic "yum!" After much walking about, we cooled off with yogurt from Sweetgreen on Dupont Circle. I vote yes! Both to the tart frozen yogurt with your choice of toppings and outstanding sustainable practices.
Saturday evening we had reservations at Zaytinya, where we experienced mezze or "small plates." Because my daughter has been to Greece several times on business, she wanted to share some of the foods she had enjoyed there with me.
My daughter's favorite appetizer, htipiti.
Grape leaves dolmades and salata.
Eggplant dish called Bantijan Bil Laban.
Pizza-type dish with cheese and basil.
Dessert. Very good. I personally didn't care for the ice-cream type dessert (wearing little hat) which to me, tasted grainy.
You recognize this place, don't you? 1600 Pennyslvania Avenue. I heard later that Barack and Michelle were hosting military families and that the Foo Fighters were playing. We could hear the music as we walked by.
All of D.C. was decked out in celebratory finery.
Across from where we watched the fireworks. My daughter told me the name of this building, though I don't recall. I thought it was beautiful. Doesn't it look like a building one might see in Europe?
From our rooftop vantage point.
Traffic on Pennsylvania Avenue. The pedestrians far out-numbered vehicles. I have personally never seen so many people on the streets. My daughter said there were as many or more that visited D.C. during the inauguration.
If you watched the national fireworks on PBS, you saw this stage. Look how crowded the mall is.