We had just parked our car on the National Mall and were headed over to check out a couple of exhibits we had been talking about seeing all summer when a late model economy sedan rolled to a stop. The window slid down and a couple of about my age peered anxiously out. "Do you know where the parliament is?" the driver asked me in a thick accent.
I blinked. "The parliament?" I repeated.
"Yes! You know-- elections, Democrats, Republicans?" he elaborated.
"Oh!" I replied. "The Capitol?"
"Yes!" he nodded.
"Keep going straight," I gestured up Jefferson Drive. "You'll see it."
"How did you know what he meant?" Heidi asked.
"What else could it have been?" I shrugged. "He had the right idea."
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