We went back the next day so I could get a rhubarb custard. It was everything I hoped for.
We took one last tour of the art gallery as well.
And Laura was dressed like a door.


This is the piston to a steam engine which used to power New York. They had a whole room full of steam engines. Our camera died on this trip or else we would have had far more pictures of the museum.
This section was supposed to be for kids, but we ended up spending over a half an hour there.
This one is actually not a museum, but it was pretty cool anyway
This place is becoming my favorite place to study. It's just two metro stops or so from school, and you can eat, and it's quiet but not too quiet. Perfect.
Laura thinks this looks kind of like her Dad. Kind of. Mostly the hair. Bonus points to the first person to name him.
We've been to the National Portrait Gallery two or three times now, but we'd never gone up to the top floor because we always ran out of time looking at the bottom two. Well, the top floor sealed the deal; it is now my official favorite. Point you, National Portrait Gallery.