Up until January of this year, I lived in a charming little carriage house in Washington DC on Capitol Hill that was located in an alley behind the Capitol Hill Club and the Republican National Committee, and across the street from the Library of Congress. It was as close to the action as you could get! I really miss it- but for now I'll reminisce by posting pictures of my beloved, at times falling apart, 1889 cottage.
"I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes. That won't awaken my appetite inside. I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay with chifafa on the side."
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