I haven’t been good about going to monuments or museums, but festivals are another story.
Michael and I recently went to the H Street Festival, which is Washington’s version of Grand Old Day. The festival spanned about a dozen blocks and had plenty of food, crafts, dancing and dogs.
A dog and festival goers at the H-Street Festival.
A recycling-themed car at the H Street Festival.
Dancing at the H Street Festival in Washington D.C.
The crowd at the H Street Festival in Washington D.C.
The 2017 H Street Festival in Washington D.C.
Festival-goers busy on their phones on H Street.
A dancer at the H Street festival in Washington D.C.
A dog at the H Street T-Mobile store.
The Po Boy place
We spent most of our time at a Cajun Restaurant called Po Boy Jim — first on the patio and then upstairs at their bar.
The food was delicious, although the cash-only bar was slightly inconvenient. (And yet, we survived.) I had the catfish and shrimp.
Overall, the event was fun but a little pricey, which seems to be a theme in this town.
The 2017 H Street Festival in Washington D.C.
A musician at the Washington D.C. H Street Festival.
An overheated dog at the H Street Festival in D.C.
Overlooking the H Street Festival.
Lanterns on the ceiling of a bar on H Street.
Masks for sale at the H Street Festival.
Not shopping
We managed to make it through the festival without buying anything from vendors.
There was a lot of nice stuff for sale but I didn’t feel tempted to buy anything. Perhaps my memory of throwing out half of my possessions while moving is preventing me from recollecting too many tchotchkes.
We did spend a fair amount at the Po Boy place however, so we supported the H Street economy in some form. 🍴
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