A little flip-book of stuff to see around our nation's capital, where the cherry blossoms are still asleep but global warming is much in evidence. The winter coat I brought was useful for a day, and then the weather turned. Warm, balmy and slighty scary as thousands of mummified office workers shed layers to reveal winter white skin.

(False) springtime for Capitol Hill:

Here's the court house where Scooter Libby got the bad news:

At the National Gallery (this is the east wing)...

...there's a photo exhibit...

...that lets you know Paris hasn't changed much in a century or so. (That's a 19th century working girl.)..

Here's the marvelous Metro, a miracle to a prisoner of the 405:

And at the National Building Museum, it's all about lines and light:

Here's a hint of home: a bookmark from a South Bay book store, part of a collage of bookmarks found in used books purchased by a little indy shop in Alexandria, Va.

I'm back in Malibu now, where the sun says 7:30 but the federal government insists it's actually an hour later.