After looking at the signs (and taking photos), I decided that it time to walk back to Chinatown (7th Street) and find a place to eat. I had already walked more than two miles so what is another half mile or so. I think it was about 10th Street when a policeman said we had to get on the sidewalk as Pennsylvania Avenue was being reopened. Of course, my right ankle gave out as I stepped on the curve. I put my right hand down to try to prevent the fall. That didn't work. A number of women came running, as did the policeman. He said: protect her head. (My head had not hit the pavement.) I was more concerned about my camera (one of the women had it and said it's fine (said she was a photographer so she understood my concern.)
I told the police officer that I didn't need an ambulance, that it was my foot and my knee that hurt. One of the women turned out be a nurse, and she briefly examined me. Another woman asked me if I were with anyone. I said: No, I came alone. They helped me up and walked with me for a few blocks. I said I was fine, hungry and in need of a strong drink.
The police officer saw me and asked me how I was . I said fine, a little sore. I told him it was his fault because he asked me to get on the sidewalk. He laughed.
Huge line of marchers waiting to get into the Archives Metro station. I kept walking to 7th, then turned left, walked a few blocks toward Chinatown. Restaurants were filled with marchers (great for the economy). I ended up at the bar at the Green Turtle -- played the age card, and a nice young man (a marcher) gave up his seat. I ordered a Blue Moon and something to eat.
By the time I got to the Metro at Gallery Place, there were no lines (still lots of marchers traveling by Metro). No Rush Plush Yellow so I had to switch for the Blue at King Street.
|A glimpse of the South Portico|
|Signs in a restaurant window|