Most people who book trips to DC to see the cherry blossoms will pick the weekend that the Japanese Festival takes place. It's five bucks to get in. Boo. While flower child and i were nearing the end of our tidal basin loop, i noticed that flower child seemed to be more out of it than usual. She needed food. Good thing the jap fest wasn't too far away. I sometimes don't realize that i'm hungry when i travel. Once we got in, we made a bee line to the food. I love me some grilled meat on skewers. We got that, some buns, and some noodles. So yums. There's just something about street food that transforms ordinary food into pure mouth-watering sensory overload. I just ate and now i'm hungry. Again.
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