Thankfully my back was better by the morning, so after more make-your-own-waffles and other yummy food, and a minor annoyance at the Metro, we stopped at the National Museum of American History. I'm still riveted by that machine making the papers fly like birds and would have loved to actually step inside Julia Child's glass enclosed kitchen.
We continued our trek past the Washington Monument, yet again, and this time made it to the Martin Luther King Memorial (Lincoln will have to wait for the next trip). Even in stone I found him full of strength and determination. Walking back over the bridge, we looked on at the Jefferson Memorial, and then found our way to the National Museum of the American Indian. I could barely stop taking photos of the building. I can't even explain how much I love that building. Finally hunger drew us in to their Mitsitam Cafe, which was crazy expensive for lunch, but one of the best meals we had. They have food from all the Indian tribes in different stations and you're able to choose what you'd like. Kent chose the Great Plains dessert fry bread and that was a good choice.
We had a few minutes to see a little bit in the National Gallery. Unfortunately the Roy Lichtenstein show hadn't opened yet, but they hadn't blocked it off completely, so we could see a few images behind the ropes. I did stop at the gift shop (ever the tourist) after admiring the connection to the East wing. There were cool fountains everywhere we went it seemed.
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