levertovfan | More an entry for my memory than for your consumption

Good end of the week. After work, I took the metro and then the bus up to Politics and Prose, a bookstore I've been meaning to visit for a long time. The bus trips there and then from there back down Connecticut Avenue to Adams-Morgen were interesting because I'd never seen that whole stretch of neighborhood before. I wouldn't mind living there. There's lots of apartment living for similarly-minded people with tastes for good food, good books, and frequent public transportation. Politics and Prose is another lovely exemplar of the sort of bookstore that Washington seems to specialize in: rows of matte covered, high end books (i.e., Barnes & Noble doesn't sell them in droves) and well-chosen featured books. I bought The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, because Brynn has been raving about him and it was the longest book he wrote on the shelf. As a VISTA, I feel guilty spending the money for a short book when I can buy a longer. I also bought Stiffed by Susan Faludi, because I've been meaning to read it and it was on sale for half-price. After that, I took the bus down to Adams Morgan, where I'd never been before except for a brief meal with my cousin when my father and I were in DC when I was in eighth grade (To my shock, I could identify the Ethiopian restaurant where we'd been when I passed it again). Adams Morgan is pretty much several blocks of all variety of restaurants: Mexican and Italian and Indian and Nepali and Ethopian and French and Greek and Generic American and..... I ate a Po' boy at the New Orleans cafe, mostly because I've been reading about them in in-flight magaziones my whole life and was curious as a one-time experiment. Then, to the metro and home.