It was surreal to go to the Women’s March today after going into work the day before. On Inauguration Day, a lot of the city was dead. I’ve never seen so few people on the Metro at 8am on a weekday. There were certainly pockets of activity, the much publicized riot that happened in about two city blocks downtown, but even milling about afterwards with some photography friends, most of what I saw was fences with pockets of rich people attending the various balls and pockets of protesters screaming at them.