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| Michelle Obama, National Portrait Gallery |
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| President Obama, National Portrait Gallery |
This morning we walked down to the National Portrait Gallery with the main objective of seeing the Obama portraits and to meet up with Adam. Michelle (yes, I call her Michelle) has been moved to the 3rd floor because her popularity overwhelmed the new acquisitions space. She has her own special guard of whom I asked, "what are the best comments you remember?" She said that more than comments what touched her were people who came in and immediately began to cry. She doesn't know how to comfort them. My photos do not capture the colors. The President's portrait is much more chromatic than the reproductions show. Perhaps his aura is simply too strong to be contained. Wayne said it looked almost back lit.
The National Museum of African American History and Culture, (a far, far too long name that can't even become an acronym) was our next visit. We had lunch there. They have regional cafeteria style choices. We all went for creole with gumbo and shrimp and grits. It was very good. The museum is packed with artifacts and information more than one could ever absorb in one visit. It is 3 stories with each floor covering a period from slavery's beginnings to Civil Rights. Oprah has her own special exhibition area. Do you think she gave some money? Adam was surprised at how much I remembered and lived through in the Jim Crow era. We enjoyed spending time with him, a too seldom activity
Tonight was dinner at the Founding Farmers, the latest hot spot in town with farm to table cuisine. Our waiter, Curtis, was tres beau. And the food was tres delicieux. Atmosphere was conducive to good times. Pictures at Flickr.
