The City That Never Sleeps

It's so true. My sister and brother-in-law live in East Village, right on Seventh Ave., above a gay bar, across from Christopher Park. Without earplugs, your sleep will be challenged with the traffic on the road, the "boom-boom-boom" from below, and the whoopin' and yellin' in the park.

Back in D.C. Wednesday morning. The souvenier I'm taking back with me: Mr. Paul, freshly tanned from his visit in Sydney and Singapore.