I've walked by this small park in DC every morning on the way to work this summer, and it's one of those true urban paradigms. You've got the short, heavily beared, crazy guy with a megaphone espousing religious nonsense (every other word being 'transgression'); the sad looking elderly lady selling almost-dead flowers; the assorted assemblage of people sleeping in awkward positions on benches too small for their own dimensions; and the unfortunate signs of DC's ever-growing homeless population. It's the kind of park that makes you appreciate your ability to walk past it, board the metro, and remove one's self from the outside world, but it also keeps you aware of what is out there away from office cubicles and comfortable apartments.