Neither rain nor clouds nor cold will sway the tourists from their appointed rounds.

Doesn’t matter if the temperature was 42 degrees, the sky was cloudy, and it was raining.  Still the visitors were visiting.

Lafayette Square, on Pennsylvania Avenue, is where you can see the front of the White House.  

It’s behind two layers of metal crowd control racks, a short stone wall, and a ten-foot high, spike-tipped metal fence.  And don’t forget security in front of you, behind you, on buildings in front and back ... and still the visitors come.

Years ago, you used to be able to drive down Pennsylvania avenue, past the White House on the left, and wave.  Now, years later, it’s a big park and plaza. The Avenue is closed to traffic, protected by two-foot high metal traffic barriers. It’s welcoming, not overly restrictive.  But in the past two decades, it's clear something's been lost.  

The tourists are coming!

In truth, the tourists never stopped coming.  A brief walk around the Mall is a fine way to spend a few weekend hours.

The Memorial's an easy target.  Doesn't take much imagination.  Moving moments occur every 15 minutes.  Visitors with tracing paper, touching the name of their loved one. Vets gathering to remember a buddy.

Onward to the Monument.  On this low-50s day, people were flying kites, walking and playing softball.

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Across Constitution and up 14th street, you come to the White House.  And even though it's cool, and you may be wearing gloves and a hat, the tourists pause to look at the back yard of the President. And everybody wants a picture.

There! I found my theme.