Saturday afternoon, we strolled from our hotel on H and 7th, and my dear wife Karen pointed to the right down Pennsylvania Avenue.
It was time to see The White House. We saw the guard house and the line of tourists snaking past it on a narrow lane.
We advanced to portable barricades, where I spied another crossing, a black picket fence and many bodies lined up with faces peering through the bars.
Yes, our White House was ahead.
I climbed eight inches to the top of the cememt foothold and raised my iPhone 6 above the top rail. I snapped away toward the lawn, the flowering tree, tents set up for the next day’s Easter festivities, I figured. A security guard rolled behind me on a bicycle and told me to get down. I got down.
We walked back to the hotel, got ready to see Neil Diamond in concert at Verizon Center. Karen said the White House was not as she pictured it.
The next day, after our Easter Sunday roundabout of the Tidal Basin and Reflecting Pool, we walked here and there in the general direction back toward H and 7th. We passed Foggy Bottom and George Washington University. We passed a beautiful plaza with old homes on one side, including the Blair House.
We saw many tourists and a guards and unmarked cars and a black iron fence ahead to the right. Pennsylvania Avenue ahoy.
And there was the front of our White House.
It was beautiful, majestic. Just as Karen had pictured it. Our delightful mistake of the day, in fact.
The security was palpable. You could feel it as much as see it. No messing around here. Karen and I posed for shots we took of each other, feeling quite safe, indeed.
Seeing both sides of the premises, I figured I’d be happy to go through the back door if I ever got the chance to come over for a beer or wine or something.
Coming tomorrow: Food and Drink
See Sunday: The Night Time
Have you visited the White House, and if you did, what did you think of the grounds? What would be your special touch to the property if given the chance? What’s your favorite photo and why?