DC, in most respects, cannot compare to New York City. The district has blander architecture, less varied cuisine, and a much, much duller nightlife.* Yes, DC has its monuments, but I imagine maost people would swap a dozen Robert A. Taft Memorials for a five-minute stroll along the Brooklyn Bridge.
Yet DC has one advantage. I was out running this afternoon and got caught in a creeping rainstorm. A creeping rainstorm, unlike a squall, comes upon you drop by drop rather than in a single all-swamping deluge.
Anyway, as I jogged back to the dorm, I realized that DC is mercifully free from New York's obnoxious umbrella vendors. These are men with a built-in Doppler radar who materialize on street corners moments after the first drop of rain touches pavement. They are literally everywhere. And when I say "literally" I mean it. You can't walk five feet without somebody trying to sell you a $20 umbrella, one most likely held together with a liberal application of Elmer's.
No, in Washington there are no umbrella men. Sure, you get wet, but everything has its costs.
*Not that I, the man typing this at home in his pajamas, would know
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