It’s impossible to be blasé about Lincoln Memorial. Not even I can joke about the lack of books (okay, there were books in the gift shop, but that’s not the point). As I stood there looking out over the water and the Washington Monument I could practically see the anti Vietnam-protest and the March on Washington before me. I looked at the plaque marking Martin Luther King’s I have a dream-speach and I read Lincoln’s Gettysburg address and felt that sense of history and ideals that so permeate the city of DC.

Or as Carina pointed out: “This is the place where Forrest Gump and Jenny ran towards each other.”