No, not in a mall. On The Mall. The Freer Gallery of Art is celebrating it’s hundreth anniversary.
Back in high school, my friends arranged to have breakfast after prom night on the mall at dawn. That was pretty frickin’ cool of them, especially being 17 and generally clueless. (Note that I was not that cool, and very much clueless.)
But sunrise yoga, hundreds of yogis all spread out on that big expanse of green and white? Bringing some life force to the staid mausoleum that is the D.C. mall? Beautiful!
