Everywhere in DC, these darned pandas. They come up to you on the street like Hare Krishnas, but at least they're willing to pose with a kid for a photo:

Some, tired from working the streets in the 96-degree, feels-like-the-inside-of-a-panda's-mouth heat, even humored little girls who climbed up on their laps.

I took Paula and Zoë to DC on Sunday for brunch at Cafe Atlantico, and a quick raid of the Smithsonians (Natural History and American History). Zoë picked up this friend at Natural History…he must have smelled the ceviche on us.