Lunch Hour

It's been a while, but I returned today to where I left off, on the third floor of the National Museum of American History. Not too much of interest today: a disappointingly small exhibit of World War II photographs, displayed with little rhyme or reason, and a few boring collections of textiles and musical instruments. A classical violist or an applique expert would have enjoyed those a lot more than I did. However, my eagerness to go back is by no means lessened: the next exhibit in line is the museum's current headliner: the American Presidency.