I took a break from ordering lion brisket burritos and went to the Meadows Museum, in Dallas. The Infanta Margarita featured largely. Beautiful.
The recruits thought some Picasso sketches highly amusing. "Do you think he was drunk?" they asked. "I should imagine he was," I replied.
|Note the Chains.|
There's an outdoor sculpture exhibition at the Meadows, which reminds me of a young man who took apart a piece of metal in Hackney, thinking it was scrap, and then sold the pieces; a blowtorch was involved. Saying that, I like the wavy bronze installation in front of the place. Neat.
At the end of the day we relaxed on the porch and watched the sprinkler, pretending it was raining. And that was just fine.
|Is it Raining?!?|
If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill it.