Inauguration week is normally such a celebratory occasion. Supporters of the winning candidate stream in from across the country, driving through the night to watch the quadrennial celebration of US democracy. It was a bone-chilling morning in 2009 when I queued with what felt like millions of people to watch and report on Barack Obama’s first inauguration. You could barely move. On Wednesday, at the crack of dawn, I cycled (the only way to get around) across the city to get from my home to the Capitol. And all I saw were policemen, troop carriers, national guardsmen, fencing and razor-wire. Oh, and reporters. The city was a boarded-up, heavily-fortified ghost town. As President Biden’s predecessor might have said — “sad”. But given Donald Trump’s incitement of the mob two weeks earlier, he was staying away.