The National Mall and its monuments. The cherry blossoms. The National Archives. The Georgetown waterfront. The museums at Smithsonian Institution.

The monotony.

Washington, D.C., is a great town, but after a few visits, many of its traditional attractions ultimately fall under the heading of "been there, done that." Fortunately, the city has a plethora of new attractions dedicated to such institutions as journalism, law enforcement and science.

That's why as soon as the Washington weather turned warm, I opted for a weekend there with my 11-year-old daughter, Nyaniso, in tow, discovering the city's new offerings while adhering to a $500 budget.

The latter directive is a challenge, but many of D.C.'s national monuments, memorials and museums are free of charge, which often offsets inflated hotel and restaurant prices.

We committed to four reasonably priced attractions -- the Newseum, the International Spy Museum, the Marian Koshland Science Museum and a ride in an open-top tourist bus. We found tasty eats well within our budget. We got a good rate on a hotel near upmarket Dupont Circle. To further economize, we took the Metro to Washington from our home in Alexandria, Va.

The attractions we visited, however, were across town, adjacent to the Verizon Center and its adjoining shops and theaters -- a once-blighted spot that has become a magnet for tourists and locals alike.

Yet, because D.C. is one of the world's best walking cities, we traveled mainly on foot, engaging in colorful daddy-daughter chats that lasted from one neighborhood to the next.

We began our excursion at the Newseum, the spanking new, state-of-the-art facility devoted to the Fourth Estate featuring an outside exhibit of enlarged newspapers from around the world. As I stood staring at the exhibit, I wondered: How soon will these papers be replaced with computer screens that display their corresponding Web pages?

It's a fair question. With the rising popularity of the Internet as a news source, you would think newspapers were on their way out quicker than schoolchildren when the final bell rings.

That's why our visit began here: If the place that featured journalism history was to portray my line of work as a thing whose time had mostly past, I wanted to get it over with.

As it turns out, the Newseum is one of the best things that has happened to the profession in years. With seven stories that feature 14 major galleries and 15 theaters, it is an innovative way to foster fascination and respect for truth gathering and truth telling.

The first major artifact in the Newseum sets the mood for everything that follows: four slabs and a checkpoint from the Berlin Wall. The amazing display details coverage of the graffiti-filled wall's dismantling in 1989.

Another popular stop inside the Newseum is the 4-D movie that chronicles the role of journalism in various events in American history. With seats that move, lifelike visual images and theatrical effects such as water sprays and puffs of air, the 4-D experience is undoubtedly the future of entertainment. It makes HD seem like UHF.

One of the most memorable moments of the short film features journalist Nellie Bly, who admitted herself to an asylum for women to investigate rumors of inhumane treatment there.

As the movie displayed up-close images of rats moving in her dark, dreary room, theatrical effects from the theater floor level -- perhaps puffs of air -- made it feel as if rodents were moving across our feet. After the screams subsided (including the ones from my daughter), some folks raised their feet off the floor and refused to put them down until it was time to leave.

Yet, everyone cheered with delight during the film and some bemoaned that it ended so soon. When the credits rolled, a preteen girl seated to my right exclaimed, "That was [expletive] awesome!"

From there, we took an afternoon ride on the top deck of the sightseeing bus, which was ideal on a sunny day with 80-degree temperatures. It offered picturesque views of the nation's capital, without our having to worry about getting around in traffic.

The bus's public address system warned repeatedly that we top-deck riders were 14 feet in the air, and that we had to watch out for low-hanging branches and power lines (often, we had to duck).