The road curved after the bridge, and at this point I still wasn't sure if I was headed in the right direction. Then I saw a chinese pagoda, and I knew I was on track.

I continued walking up the road past the pagoda and a bronze statue of an Indian that had been splashed with yellow paint. I left the road, walked around a non-descript white building, and was suddenly there.

Let me set this scene a little better: It was totally quiet except for a low hum from the beltway below. The sky was gray and threatened really hard rain, this huge place, which I was beginning to see was made up of buildings of all different architectural styles was unbelievably empty and still, and I was beginning to get a little nervous. >