The East Loop
The Downtown Heritage Trail exists in three discrete sections: East, Center, and West Loops. The East Loop begins along Pennsylvania Ave., by the Pennsylvania Ave. National Historic Site, and zigzags (extensively!) up through Judiciary Square and ultimately into Chinatown to the Gallery Place Metro. It is a land of statuary: few businesses, lots of courts, all spare Washington grandeur.
The Downtown Heritage Trail exists in three discrete sections: East, Center, and West Loops. The East Loop begins along Pennsylvania Ave., by the Pennsylvania Ave. National Historic Site, and zigzags (extensively!) up through Judiciary Square and ultimately into Chinatown to the Gallery Place Metro. It is a land of statuary: few businesses, lots of courts, all spare Washington grandeur.
The day was gray, but promises of spring lurked in the streets.
Though I'd planned to find someplace to sit and read, there was practically no place to buy coffee. I got temporarily excited about going inside the cafe of the National Building Museum, but they turned out to be closed for a special event.
As I got close to the Chinatown neighborhood, I ran into a lot of construction. One building was wearing a shroud:
As I got close to the Chinatown neighborhood, I ran into a lot of construction. One building was wearing a shroud:
And another was bravely holding its own against the onslaught... but how much longer?

DC's Chinatown is picturesque and full of restaurants, but tiny. It's trendy and full of white people and African-Americans, fewer Asian people except for business proprietors. Do Chinese people actually live here anymore? Not too many, but some.
The Center Loop
The Center Loop starts at Pennsylvania Ave. again, this time at the intersection with 7th St. There is a monument to Charity there, right in front of the National Bank of Washington. I'm not sure what that means.
The Center Loop starts at Pennsylvania Ave. again, this time at the intersection with 7th St. There is a monument to Charity there, right in front of the National Bank of Washington. I'm not sure what that means.
It was raining, and I didn't have an umbrella. Everything looked a little blurred, like in this picture.
Here is where all the restaurants and retail establishments are located, adjacent to the stark courthouses and museums. It's an unselfconsciously moneyed neighborhood: valet parking, expensive hotels and apartment buildings, Anthropologie, Sephora, trendy restaurants festooned with strings of white lights, cupcake shops, J. Crew. I ate my chicken salad sandwich at an Au Bon Pain, but I could also have chosen Starbucks, Pret a Manger, Cosi, or half a dozen other similar joints within a two-block radius.
There are some important tourist destinations here:
The West Loop
Foolishly, I decided to finish the West Loop of the trail on the same day Washington held its Capitals Stanley Cup victory parade. The parade was over by the time I arrived downtown on the Metro, but thousands of people were still milling around wearing Caps attire, or at least whatever red clothing they could come up with. The Subway restaurant where I stopped for a quick lunch after getting off the train was a surging sea of red.
Foolishly, I decided to finish the West Loop of the trail on the same day Washington held its Capitals Stanley Cup victory parade. The parade was over by the time I arrived downtown on the Metro, but thousands of people were still milling around wearing Caps attire, or at least whatever red clothing they could come up with. The Subway restaurant where I stopped for a quick lunch after getting off the train was a surging sea of red.
This loop, if I may be so bold as to say it, was incredibly boring. It runs from the Metro Center station towards the White House, then back up New York Avenue, making a little loop on K Street, then back to Metro Center. Besides the revelers, there was little to see. There was a scourge of these kind of mirrored buildings:
Who doesn't hate those? And it was hot and sunny, and crawling with sports fans (not shown). There was still an overabundance of crappy fast-casual restaurants. So close to the White House, and yet so dull and colorless.
Instead, I'll leave you with a photo of the Silver Spring Civic Center during early voting. Now here's where the real action is!
Instead, I'll leave you with a photo of the Silver Spring Civic Center during early voting. Now here's where the real action is!