It is summer in Washington. It is supposed to be hot. And it is. Tomorrow, according to “they”, it will be hotter. I shouldn’t complain. The A/C hasn’t failed. There is nowhere that I have to go. And, there is absolutely nothing that I can do about the weather. So, I take a little walk around The Asylum
On to the food section.
No, I didn’t eat it. I had a “Summer Berry Salad”.
There wasn’t anyone eating outside. The joint is usually packed at this time.