We spent some time at the National Museum of the American Indian. C4 told us to head to the 3rd floor ... when we got there the artifacts in the display case were not -- deep breath -- dogs. And the exhibit ("Our Lives") that they used to adore ... wasn't the correct one. C4 told me we must have gotten off at 2 and we needed to go up one.
As it turns out, we were on 3, but we should have gone to the 4th floor. Where the dogs were and the correct exibit ("Our Universe") were.
We separated from my parents, as they headed to meet a friend over at newly reopened and wonderful National Museum of American History. So we walked over to the National Gallery. We didn't see anything in the National Gallery of Art. We didn't visit either the West Wing or East Wing, but spent our time in the café and the moving sidewalk and (me) the store.
THEN ... we went upstairs, outside and played in the reflective pyramids. The girls LOVED that. We spent maybe 30-40 minutes playing around the refelctive pyramids.
While we were up there I got a phone call. It was my mom, calling to say she could see us. Where where, my head swivelling. Downstairs in the food court, of course! We looked through the pyramids and there she was waving at us!
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