|Sargent's Dinner Table at Night, 1884, Dad with Dr Pangloss, and Mom with Henry theVIIIth at the Met.|
"I would not want to have a conversation with her," noted number two, looking at one of the Sargents' more dour subjects. Like many of the masters of the day, her interior world seem to emanate from teh painting.
"Neither would I," noted the woman standing next to me. "I think she's right."
So, we walked through the show, taking in every exquisite image, posing in front of a few ourselves. We loved the portrait of Dr Pozzi at home in his red coat, the robert louis stevensons, Dr Pangloss, peering in at us as we stare.
Their eyes would remain with us all day, as we made our way to the trustee dining room, where we met mom and talked about each painting that shimmered through our minds. After lunch, we wandered through the armor and I greeted St James, our camino patron saint. And we wandered back to the Lower East Side for a movie with some kids from school and then friends came over. The next day we spent the morning at Judon and made our way through the West Village and the city. Fall is upon us. Welcome!