Always check to see if it is “gay pride” weekend before you get on public transit. Otherwise, you’ll end up like I did this afternoon. Thinking “where did all these people come from?”. If I had only known… I would not have missed the “nude bike ride” among other events.
Oh yes, there were also about 35 kids on a school trip in my car in addition to 5 swarthy men speaking some unknown language each carrying a 12 kilo bag of what I sure was hoping was rice. One of the men kept blocking the door open at each station. Maybe he was afraid of the pierced lesbians who were next to him.
And, somewhere under the Potomac River the subway stopped. It was time to fire off a prayer to the Metro Goddess.
But, a nice young man gave me a seat.
No photos. Do you really think I would whip out a camera in the middle of all that?