Saturday, it was pouring. Perfect museum weather!Mr. A and I met up with my dad, stepmom and La Sorella for a visit to Boston's Museum of Fine Arts.
My dad is an architect. I've written about his passion for beauty and his penchant for architectural gossip here and here.
Thus my asking for the day is nothing ambitious, nothing that shatters glass ceilings or threatens the status quo. On the contrary, it's one of the oldest, most familiar and most comfortable kinds of questions I know. I asked my dad to tell me about the art we were looking at.
Which he would have done anyway. ;)
image credit: MFA
