July 26: Boston
This morning was muggy, and after muesli and some good coffee and yogurt, Marthe and I were off to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, the fifth largest museum in the United States. It contains more than 450,000 works of art, making it one of the most comprehensive collections in the Americas. With more than one million visitors a year, it is the 43rd most-visited art museum in the world as of 2016. Founded in 1870, it moved to its current location in 1909. There have been a lot of additions to the original building since Charles and I had lived there from 1987-1988.
We parked very close the the building, then walked past the serene Japanese garden to the entrance on the Fenway side, starting on the second floor. We saw the following exhibits together:
—Candace Breitz: Love Story;
—Mark Rothko: Reflection;
—Seeking Stillness;
From there, Marthe left me for a dermatologist appointment. On my own, I explored:
—Casanova’s Europe: Art, Pleasure and Power in the 18th century (this show had been at the Kimbell in Fort Worth, but I did not have the opportunity to see it then).
I also made a fine sweep through the Medieval galleries, and 18th and 19th century paintings. In between I had lunch in the Atrium (a chilled pea soup with roll), and I bought a lavender eau de parfum in one of the shops. At about 3:45, Marthe whizzed by and collected me, driving in a veritable downpour, taking about 1.5 hours to get home due to heavy traffic. At home, Josh had prepared a roasted chicken, rice, and fabulous ears of corn. Later we ate Maine blueberries (very small) with creme fraiche for dessert. We watched a wonderful documentary about an old-age singing club from Massachusetts, called “Young at Heart. The members sing rock songs—Jimi Hendrix, David Bowie, etc. Quite an inspiration!
And now I am off to bed, but not without sending you my 40 daily photographs which inspired me today. One more day tomorrow, before I leave on Saturday afternoon and return to Dallas. It has been a very good trip! As ever, Sylvia
We parked very close the the building, then walked past the serene Japanese garden to the entrance on the Fenway side, starting on the second floor. We saw the following exhibits together:
—Candace Breitz: Love Story;
—Mark Rothko: Reflection;
—Seeking Stillness;
From there, Marthe left me for a dermatologist appointment. On my own, I explored:
—Casanova’s Europe: Art, Pleasure and Power in the 18th century (this show had been at the Kimbell in Fort Worth, but I did not have the opportunity to see it then).
I also made a fine sweep through the Medieval galleries, and 18th and 19th century paintings. In between I had lunch in the Atrium (a chilled pea soup with roll), and I bought a lavender eau de parfum in one of the shops. At about 3:45, Marthe whizzed by and collected me, driving in a veritable downpour, taking about 1.5 hours to get home due to heavy traffic. At home, Josh had prepared a roasted chicken, rice, and fabulous ears of corn. Later we ate Maine blueberries (very small) with creme fraiche for dessert. We watched a wonderful documentary about an old-age singing club from Massachusetts, called “Young at Heart. The members sing rock songs—Jimi Hendrix, David Bowie, etc. Quite an inspiration!
And now I am off to bed, but not without sending you my 40 daily photographs which inspired me today. One more day tomorrow, before I leave on Saturday afternoon and return to Dallas. It has been a very good trip! As ever, Sylvia
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