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You see the darndest things in Central Park.

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Arboreal Cycling for Dummies

This is the haunted face of a man who has gone out for a pleasant Saturday morning ride with his wife along the Capital Crescent, as bucolic and meandering a swathe of ex-railway line as you could hope to find in the heart of the Capital of the Free World, and finds himself climbing and twisting and carting and gasping his way through the splintered branches of his tenth upended tree. This would have been last weekend – the morning after the super-derecho which laid waste to the trees along the trail, as well as the grid, and left us all without power for up to seven days in the midst of a heatwave, in that poetically interconnected way in which these events have a habit of occurring. On the right morning, though, it can be a truly lovely ride, a fact the gorgeous cyclist in the image below is celebrating in an oddly martial way.

A bit of culture

Last Sunday we drove up to Philadelphia to visit Craig, Elissa and Mars, respectively Gina's cousin, his lovely spouse and their beautiful son. Philly is very different to DC (in the same way that two people known as "Philly" and "DC" would be; "Philly" would be worn, warm and eccentric, whereas "DC" would be a guy in pastel shorts, a navy blue polo and boat shoes. On the weekends, anyway.) We took an amble through Center City with them, and lunched in leafy Rittenhouse Square on vegetarian burgers. A beautifully utilised urban space:

Today we finally made it to the Hirschorn Museum, impelled there by Gina's afternoon off and Mara, a young friend of Bridget's. She is visiting us from Frankfurt and we felt a bit of culture would be in order. She took this one in the Suprasensorial exhibition, which combines re-installations of some trippy pieces from last century with some contemporary stuff. Either there or in that minimalist shoeshop in Georgetown, where $1000 would get you a pair of these stylish booties. The Hirschorn is a beautiful circular gallery, and in the courtyard at the moment, ranged menacingly around the pool, are Ai Weiwei's Chinese Zodiac Heads. Aren't you loving these sophisticated links?