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Concrete façade and bland blue awning shields yet another elite Washington hideaway from the impure. Fresh flower entrance, potted palm fronds and spotless beige carpets bring Bronxville aesthetic to the presidential hood. Blues and gold fabrics predominate, picturesque quarters worthy of Town & Country pages and Bergdorf window displays. Barbara Walters would stay here, so would Judge Judy. Wi-fi strong enough for video stream, pooches allowed, in-house restaurant like the one in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
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