Every time I read My Name is Asher Lev, it makes me want to spend hours hanging out in art museums. Or even start drawing or painting, but I always come to the conclusion that I don’t want to take that up only to drop it before I get even vaguely competent, and I never have the time to do that.
But what are the good art museums around here? San Francisco isn’t exactly famous for them (though I did enjoy the Asian Art Museum last month), and San Jose is, well, San Jose. Stanford is closer than both of them, and its art museum has a quite nice Rodin sculpture garden outside; I’ve never been inside, and I can’t imagine that what’s inside is nearly as good as what’s outside, but it must be worth a look. So I guess I’ll give that a try.
This train of thought always leads to the conclusion that I should become rich, retire, and move to Paris. Aside from the practical difficulties with the former, I probably don’t really want to do (most of) that, but frequent visits to Paris are good. Which Miranda would support, I think. Of course, there are other places in the world that I’d like to travel to, as well. Hmm. Vacation plans are set for this year (relatives plus Canadian theater); maybe next spring?
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