Eastern Market is one of the last remaining areas in D.C. that hasn't really attempted to find its New York stripes. It's managed to stay classically and quintessentially yuppie! The kind of place where people engage in Civil Discourse and where there are real live actual
Geeze. The bookstore reminds me of the spare bedroom. Or my office. Hmmm so do I ferret about for .... (crashing sound) ... darn.