A hot Sunday in Washington, D.C., before air-conditioning.
All three photos of Ellipse Park by Marjory Collins, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
The mean daytime temperature that month was 86° — the high was 98°; the low was 78°. The daily high for humidity ranged from 76% to 100%.
In the dog days of summer . . .
The wind lifts up my life
And sets it some distance from where it was.— Meena Alexander, from “Dog Days of Summer“
enclos*ure 
CANNOT imagine DC before a/c. A marshy type of place, the worst summer combo.
Pics say it all.
Perfect choice of poetry.
Living on a farm, for only a few weeks, and for the first time in my life, the awareness of how every living thing, insect/mammal/reptile, seems to know I am a human and worthy of trying to kill. Or at the minimum, bite, sting, irritate.
Loving every layer of this new life.
XOT
Of course, now D.C. is a place where in the summer you have to always carry a sweater because everyone has the AC on too cold.
Laughing about your bugs, etc. Since leaving Rwanda, I now enjoy not always having one or more bug/spider-induced swollen joints or bumps or welts (often on my forehead).
I can’t imagine being relaxed enough to nap in public.
I know. . . but in the un-air-conditioned summer, maybe it was a shared “survival mechanism” and seemed normal and safe.