Old Town Alexandria is one of those places I go just often enough to sort of know my way around and wind my way to the same haunts. It brings back snippets of memory from High School through Grandmotherdom. I can time-travel while I sit on the top floor of The Fish Market on King Street and peel my spiced shrimp or wander the concrete floors of art galleries at the Torpedo Factory. Alexandria is small enough to delve in for a day and catch the full flavor. We stayed two nights on our drive north from Wilmington. En route, I exited for a gas-station rest-stop that turned out to be two-miles out. So we followed the signs for the Potomac Winery, thinking it would make for a quicker stop. Wrong! We forged up a windy road with no restroom options and realized we may as well stay the course rather than backtrack. It turned out to be a great place to refresh and stretch our little legs. When we reached Alexandria we were delighted to find ourselves in a 10th floor room with a view of the Potomac (another Priceline success story!) and a river-front-park-walk-away from the heart of Old Town.
I'd anticipated driving into D.C. but decided to give the car a 36-hour rest and our only form of transportation was the round-trip Trolley ride, where Elliott befriended football fans from Idaho and the Matthew Henry ferry-ride over to Georgetown, where Elliott befriended more football fans from Idaho. We meandered along the canal just long enough for Elliott to drop his sandal in, and for Gaga to rustle up a stick and fetch it out. Elliott didn't complain about wearing a wet shoe through dinner at the mainstay Vietnam Georgetown Restaurant on M Street. The food was so good, I wouldn't have noticed if I'd been the one in the wet shoe! We made it back to the dazzling and bustling waterfront just in time to board our boat for a sightseeing tour of the monuments-by-night that I recommend you not miss on a trip to D.C.
I'd anticipated driving into D.C. but decided to give the car a 36-hour rest and our only form of transportation was the round-trip Trolley ride, where Elliott befriended football fans from Idaho and the Matthew Henry ferry-ride over to Georgetown, where Elliott befriended more football fans from Idaho. We meandered along the canal just long enough for Elliott to drop his sandal in, and for Gaga to rustle up a stick and fetch it out. Elliott didn't complain about wearing a wet shoe through dinner at the mainstay Vietnam Georgetown Restaurant on M Street. The food was so good, I wouldn't have noticed if I'd been the one in the wet shoe! We made it back to the dazzling and bustling waterfront just in time to board our boat for a sightseeing tour of the monuments-by-night that I recommend you not miss on a trip to D.C.
