Breath of Fresh Air

During my weekend from hell, the Mysterious M and I managed to break away and get downtown to attend a great photo outing hosted by the Washington Photo Safari on Saturday afternoon. The subject was the historic Willard Hotel, which reopened in 1986 after being closed for nearly 18 years. Its renovations have maintained and (I think) enhanced the architectural beauty of the building; the history of the hotel is equally enriching (see the Wikipedia entry here). The atmosphere inside was fascinating – we hung around in the lobby for about half an hour afterwards just people-watching; even for a cold January Saturday, the place had a quiet electric vibe that really caught your attention.

Anyway, the safari – hosted by David Luria – gave us access to the lobby, Peacock Alley (afternoon tea area, complete with harpist!), the Willard Room (formal dining), and the Jenny Lind suite – a 950 square foot two-level suite with a stunning view of the Monument from the massive bathtub. My wife and I managed several fantastic shots throughout the safari – I even grabbed several exposure styles of a few scenes so I can try my (inexperienced) hand at HDR when I have a few hours handy.

It was a very pleasant afternoon diversion and quite economical, to boot. We did end up at Finemondo for dinner – an interesting experience in and of itself, which is probably worthy of another entry in the near future.

2 Comments so far

  1. WFY (unregistered) on January 30th, 2008 @ 10:49 am

    The Round Robin bar is worth a visit too. It is where Henry Clay introduced the mint juelp to Washington and by extension, the world.

  2. Mr. Sunshine (unregistered) on January 30th, 2008 @ 1:25 pm

    This hotel is magnificent; an absolute beauty. TMI confession time? Back in 05, my fist job in DC was on Pennsylvania Ave and the CEO of my company took a liking to me. We had a few trysts in the grand suites of this hotel. As a wet behind the ears 23 year old from the south, merely walking in and out of this beautiful structure sure made me feel important or that I’d somehow "arrived". Those were some fun times. Ahh memories. My friends, to this day, still call me a hooker for tricking at the Willard with the CEO. Methinks they are just jealous. Ok, back to work now…

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