They sat down next to me and asked me where a good place to eat was. I sent them toward Georgia Brown’s as their midwestern accent betrayed their Indiana Home. Before they left, though, I asked them if they knew about the protest. Both older women with greying blonde hair, they nodded and said “it’s about immigration, right?” I nodded. They asked me, “will they be allowed in Lafayette Park?”
I shook my head and they seemed relieved.
It was clear they were headed to see the White House with no desire to be overrun by a mass protest. Such is the tourist’s view today.
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