Outside of music, the Balladeer knows about two things: death, and American history. This is the friendlier portion.
"Give it a few decades," he replies with a shrug, "It'll probably lose the title before the turn of the century, even." It doesn't occur to him that his phrasing is odd at all. Traveling about is just natural; it's staying here so long that's strange in a way. He knows Washington like the back of his hand, he's spent so much time here...but none of that time was spent actually exploring the city. Strange.
The National Mall is always a good place to be a tourist, at least. It seems like it should have taken them longer to walk here than it did, but they're much nearer the Washington Monument now. Even unfinished, it's an imposing obelisk, all smooth white marble. "The construction ruins the effect a little," the Balladeer admits, considering the tall wooden scaffolds. "In a couple years they're going to - "
He turns to point up the Mall, and stops dead. Is that the Lincoln Memorial down there? That doesn't seem right.
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"Give it a few decades," he replies with a shrug, "It'll probably lose the title before the turn of the century, even." It doesn't occur to him that his phrasing is odd at all. Traveling about is just natural; it's staying here so long that's strange in a way. He knows Washington like the back of his hand, he's spent so much time here...but none of that time was spent actually exploring the city. Strange.
The National Mall is always a good place to be a tourist, at least. It seems like it should have taken them longer to walk here than it did, but they're much nearer the Washington Monument now. Even unfinished, it's an imposing obelisk, all smooth white marble. "The construction ruins the effect a little," the Balladeer admits, considering the tall wooden scaffolds. "In a couple years they're going to - "
He turns to point up the Mall, and stops dead. Is that the Lincoln Memorial down there? That doesn't seem right.