on the ceiling of the second floor of Greek athletes playing baseball? And a matching one at the end of the hall of Greeks playing football? There are also little naked cherubs in the Renaissance style working as electricians and carpenters and talking on the telephone on the stairwells. Americans are very strange sometimes.
I went on the docent-led tour, which only scratches the surface of things to look at. I could easily spend an entire day there, but as I had already spent an hour at the Museum of American History to see Dorothy's ruby slippers, two hours was all I could manage.
I also went to Eastern Market to try and get a crab cake sandwich, but I was too late. Understandable, as I was mesmerized by Thomas Jefferson's working draft of The Declaration of Independence. Eastern Market is not worth the trip, unless you happen to be visiting the neighborhood (which is very pretty. When I make my millions, I am going to live there, and spend weekends at my plantation on the Potomac River). Boston's market is much much cooler, both temperature-wise and in what it has to offer. I do wish I could have tried the crab cakes, though. I love them, and the strip mall chain restaurants of Northern Virginia do not offer them.
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