An expat Brit in South Australia
It could have been any time since the 1930s, just as Raymond Chandler described it- minus a few thousand cars and a smattering of modern hotels- people’s attire alone indicating the passage of time. The surprise escarpment down to the beach concealing Highway One and the line of grand old houses- and the parking lot.
Washington, District of Columbia, is a tourist’s dream. Monument after monument, museum after museum, icon after icon, all within strolling distance dotted around the National Mall (no not a shopping centre, more like North Terrace meets the Parklands, but on a global scale). Lincoln, Jefferson, the Washington needle, the Reflecting Pool, WW2, Korea, Vietnam memorials,
Dr D in Oz 