I’ll make an admission: I find Washington, D.C. to be an exquisitely beautiful city. Yes, I love The Swamp. I am a swamp creature from the hinterlands, festooned with ferns and waterlilies. I have found most people here to be exceedingly tolerant, including those with whom I do not agree, and when I first moved here the sight of flags everywhere — on porches, taped to windows, on the chubby T-shirted bellies of tourists on the Mall — moved me to tears. I had been steeped in downtown New York during the pandemic, subjected to the sight of “ACAB” scrawled across too many doorways and sidewalks. And while I will always love New York, I was ready for a change. I worked in the fashion industry and in publishing retail, at stores including Phaidon (the art book press) and Opening Ceremony. Those places were all in SoHo, Manhattan’s Design District. So it seemed fitting that I should check out Cady’s Alley, in Georgetown — otherwise known as the Design District of DC.
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