ABSTRACT
Look down on it in the early morning from the pinnacle of the Washington Monument. The geometric pattern of its streets stretches out in the early sun to a rim of blue water and green hills. From this peephole in the sky it looks like an architect's dream, a World's Fair model turned on by an electric switch, a study in shine and shade and movement, a fabulous and incongruous mixture of long, straight modern boulevards and classical pillared buildings out of Greece and Rome.
