As someone who adores American History, and who is also very interested in politics, The White House means a lot to me. I always wanted to see it with my own eyes, it is a shame though that I only saw it after it had been soiled by the orange clown man-baby Russian colluding traitor moron.
And Daisy and my mother were happy to see it as well.
The tourist crowds weren't as large as I had expected. About half of them seemed to be protesters. I really do love that (discounting tourists) the super-majority of those who live in DC hates Donald Trump with a passion.
Funny enough later that day as we walking to our next desitnation I saw the other side of the White House. We had literally been in about the same spot the day before, but we missed it for some reason.