Donna and I went to Washington, D.C. this weekend and visited, among other things, the U.S. Capitol, whose iconic dome is undergoing a two-year restoration. It was the first time I had visited the Capitol as a tourist, although I had been there many times as a reporter back in the 1980s. We had a glorious weekend. The weather was ridiculously perfect—70 degrees with cloudless skies at the end of October. We walked for miles, and took advantage of the incredible complex of Smithsonian galleries and museums on the Mall. We saw Degas’ The Little Dancer sculpture, Titian’s Danae and other magnificent artwork. We had lunch outside. In the evening we enjoyed a tapas dinner at Jaleo, a fantastic restaurant in D.C.’s Penn Quarter, a trendy, upscale neighborhood that when I worked (and lived) on Capitol Hill was blighted, unsafe and decayed after the 1968 riots. On Sunday we watched the Marine Corps Marathon and saw two of our friends run by who were competing in that grueling