Second bus.

this better be some good falafel.

Update added later:

While doing research for this trip, we both came across rave reviews for Amsterdam Falafel. Not really knowing exactly where it was (nor, apparently, bothering to consult a map) we got it into our heads that we wanted to go there once we were in town. Arriving on Friday, we kind of got a bit obsessive about it. Well, I did. Learning that it was not an easy Metro ride from our hotel, we sort of abandoned the idea, but by Sunday, I was a little tired of shuttling everywhere underground on the (beautifully maintained and easily navigated and affordable and lovely but UNDERGROUND) Metro, and I was ready to ride a bus or hail a cab or rent a pedi-cab or do anything but go somewhere easily accessible by the Metro.

So today, after doing most of the things we said we wanted to do, while sitting in Union Station (resting our feet and snacking on Godiva chocolate... do we know how to live it up or what?), I picked up my cell phone and called the place, asked the very friendly guy who answered how to get there via public transportation, was told exactly which two buses to take and how far to walk, and we set off.

Friday and Saturday were mostly rainy days - not very hard rains, but steady. We spent most of our time on Friday in the Smithsonian, and Saturday was spent in museums as well, but walking between, and we were tired of rain. And our feet were tired. Today was very hot, and the humidity was high (we were sweaty all day), and like I said, our feet were tired. But, with new springs in our steps (powered by thoughts of falafel, which, truth be told, we don't eat very often while in LA) we hopped on those two buses and walked about four blocks, and met the very dude who gave me those perfect directions. He was super-nice. You know what he wanted to know when he found out we were from LA?

He wanted to know if we ever go to In N Out Burger.