In upper Georgetown today, an open-air bazaar was set up alongside Wisconsin Avenue with lots of tents sheltering beautiful things–original Dutch clogs and pillows from everywhere–for sale. The patisserie was packed with people, music playing everywhere. In such a holiday atmosphere on this otherwise ordinary workday afternoon, there was plenty to celebrate–and time to sit high up on Book Hill behind the Georgetown Public Library! The steeply sloped lawn with the tall buildings of Rosslyn, Virginia in the distant skyline–and bright sun, cool breezes, and pink petals wafting down from a nearby dogwood tree–made for a perfect spot to sketch, even at an angle.
On the sidewalk below, a tall man in a finely tailored suit glided by, his wife and small son by his side. Wearing a bowler hat and a thick handlebar mustache, he seemed right out of an earlier century, making a brief appearance in ours: the family group was moving too fast to capture in sketches. By contrast, these women were not in any apparent hurry, enjoying a spot in a field of dandelions. For the sketchers, they stayed just long enough to leave an impression.