Very clever. So what happened next?
Well, it became clear that we weren’t going to move forward on 14th Street, because, incredibly, the police did not respond to our entreaties for them to let us through. So we followed other small protest groups back up 14th to L Street. We encountered a large group of anarchists wearing vinegar-soaked bandanas, the smell of which made me gag, and the sight of which frightened some of the uninitiated among us. A woman was standing in the middle of the street, telling people that if we followed the anarchists, we would be heading out of the permitted protest zone, and we could possibly get arrested. We chose to walk down 11th Street instead. It began to rain quite miserably, but our sock puppet monkeys gave us courage.
