Dumbarton Oaks

Dumbarton Oaks makes me feel like I stepped onto the set of The Secret Garden, like somehow I wandered into a wardrobe and wound up on the grounds of an old English manor. 

In reality, I was only three blocks away from the pandemonium that is Sunday shopping on Georgetown’s M St., but really though, who even knew there’s a place where a girl can pretend to be Lucy Pevensie or Mary Lennox for an hour? 

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