A City of Contradiction: Part 2, Georgetown

When you’re trying to profile DC, it’s hard to choose which region to start with. Each area is so unique, each with their own flavor and personality that still manages to be part of DC. Georgetown is one of those. Most people recognize the area by its expensive shopping, by its University (as an AU student I’ll refrain from saying anything negative about the school), by its old buildings and brick paved sidewalks. Those are all accurate descriptions.

Georgetown is not without its share of homeless, though. I’ve never once been without passing at least one corner or stoop and being asked by a man with a tin can if I had any spare change. In recent years, due I can only guess because of recession, it’s also not without its share of empty store fronts.

But, it’s still Georgetown. Walking around with torn jeans and a baggy shirt you’ll feel under dressed. You’ll feel the piercing eyes of the snooty elite pressing down on you like you don’t belong. And, still I make at least one trip once a semester. I hop on the bus, for about 45 minutes, ride down Wisconsin and watch the shops get nicer and nicer the closer we get.

Georgetown is a photographers dream. Once you get off the busy streets of Wisconsin and M, packed with tourists shopping and searching for Georgetown Cupcake (believe it or not local DCers hate TLC for introducing the world to our hidden cupcake shop), it’s a beautiful area. Everywhere you turn there’s another photograph screaming to be taken. There are local markets, a hidden bookstore, even a gelato store or 2 that makes it worth going off the beaten track.

On a whole, its one of the oldest portions of the city, which to me is what makes it so beautiful. It’s home to the oldest house in DC, to the C & O canal, the Potomac Waterfront, hidden parks, and row after row after row of beautiful houses, all vibrantly colored and none of them looking remotely similar. I go to Georgetown for these reasons. While others go to shop and beat back the crowds, I go to get lost in my thoughts, to wander the empty side streets and capture the beauty that so many others are missing by sticking to the main line of shops and clichés.


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