An easy Saturday morning spent on Rue Sparks allows for quiet people watching while cafe owners set out their chairs for the day's business. There's a post office that is reminiscent of Gringotts Bank complete with menacing lions protecting its doors and time to browse at sweet little bookshops tucked away on either side of the rue. Because there's no hurry this morning, examining the sculptures (including a sic'em bears one) that are sprinkled up and down the street is mandatory. Flower baskets and lamp posts that are reminiscent of my old, Victorian dollhouse line each side of Sparks and I feel like this quiet street in the middle of a nation's capital is somehow, for this morning sealed off from the noise and craze of the rest of the world.
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