There is a spot of Washington DC, a few blocks of downtown not far from the White House, where a cigarette is your only hope. The buildings are garish blocks of glass — ‘like someone overturned a giant ice cube tray,’ as one wag put it — while the color palette runs from charcoal gray to navy gray.
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