Because of some testing Camille and I find ourselves in London. One afternoon we visited the National Gallery. Oh my god the drapery. And the exteme pleasure of seeing not one but two Vermeers.
I use to say the V&A was my favorite museum, but now I've changed my mind. The V&A still holds the prize as Mother of All Museums, but I swoon more at the National Gallery.
The guard at the door of the art building always wants to know why I'm coming in the building and yesterday when I said, "Sunt student aici." (I'm a student here) she said, "Domnavostra?" (You?! Only formal, like Vous?!) "Da, eo." "Yes, me." I said happily, and maybe grammatically incorrectly, and then I ascended the three flights of stairs with a key on a chain around my neck for the painting studio.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 