If a room full of live butterflies of all species, flitting around and landing on a child’s outstretched finger isn’t ruralicity (insert here: Americana/pastoral paradise), I don’t know what is. Michelle and I recently visited the Smithsonian Butterfly Pavilion, located on the second floor of the Natural History Museum. It’s six bucks, and you get to hang out in a beautiful room filled with flowers and butterflies. Is this a joke? I seriously recommend this if you happen to be walking on the mall and have half an hour to kill. It was enormously pleasant, and some pretty amazing things happened while we were in there.