Am in Washington DC for the annual convention of the American Library Association.
Arrived this afternoon (am staying at the "Hinckley Hilton" where Reagan was shot in 1981) and just returned from dinner in Georgetown where my friends and I ate outdoors (at the Peacock Cafe located on a narrow brick-paved street) in perfect balmy comfort at 10 at night – something that NEVER is possible in San Francisco. How pleasant to start off my stay here with such civilized people – known for many years but not often seen – among tall colonial houses and tall deciduous trees.
(At top, an early paperback edition by Yukio Mishima, repaired in a manner guaranteed to send shudders down the spines of all 30,000 participants in this conference.)
The view from the hotel room – an acrobatic shot made while extending camera down through a louvred window.