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Written by: Charmaine Cleveland
[25 Mar 2012 | No Comment | ]
Washington D.C. turns pink in celebration of the Sakura Matsuri This spring Washington D.C. will celebrate the centennial anniversary of its annual Cherry Blossom Festival (Sakura Matsuri) beginning March 20th, and lasting until April 27th. The month long festivities will commemorate the gift of 3,000 cherry trees from Mayor Yukio Ozaki of Tokyo, in 1912, a symbol of a long lasting friendship between Japan and the United States. While most festivals last only two weeks, this year’s celebration will extend nearly a month with the expected number of over one million visitors. Attendees of the festival can expect a variety of activities, ...

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Written by: Charmaine Cleveland
[14 Feb 2012 | No Comment | ]
Just forking around Washington D.C. is a very fast place to live. You’re either on your way to work, your house, or somewhere in between with a bagel in your hand and your cell phone in the other. Food tends to be a popular staple in American culture, but in a city moving so rapidly, many may ask how we have time to sit down and take the time to eat. Well, we don’t. The restaurants here are just as fast as the people, and convenient for short-term attendance. They all serve a very important ...

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Written by: Charmaine Cleveland
[5 Feb 2012 | No Comment | ]
Occupy D.C. Occupy movements on the east coast appear to be in full swing, especially Washington D.C., as Graphic reporter Charmaine Cleveland shows in this video. ...

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Written by: Charmaine Cleveland
[23 Jan 2012 | One Comment | ]
The streets of discovery Let me first begin by saying that Washington DC is the closest I’ve ever lived to a living, breathing, Gotham City. My adventure begins at 8 a.m. every morning, on the Red Line metro. After a hurried breakfast, I’m often seen waddling down the street in an oversized pea coat and snow boots with the other 600,000 people or so that have regular day-jobs. I can barely see my station above the mass of umbrella’s and black bowler hats, but some how I make it in one piece to my stop ...