When choosing a museum to visit, I feel like Goldilocks picking a bed.
Some are tooooooo big.
I break out in a sweat when I enter the Met. Tiffany windows? Suits of armor? The Romance of the Renaissance? I wander around for hours and at the end of the day feel like I’ve spent the time inside a kaleidoscope where I’ve looked at a lot of beautiful things but none of them stuck. Continue reading