"And through the open window, she hands Charlie a sandwich . . . "
Last Friday morning we drove north to do something we've wanted for many years. Ever since we'd seen a PBS documentary on Dale Chihuly, Joe and I have hoped to visit one of his installations. They've been in places like Seattle and Venice and Tennessee, all pretty much out of our reach. Finally there was one in Boston! Very driveable from here. And our dear friend Sharon lives just a short train ride outside of the city, so we had a place to stay and good company for our visit!
On Saturday morning we hopped aboard the MTA, humming the old familiar tune and hoping not to embarrass ourselves by bursting forth into song, and traveled to the Boston Museum of the Fine Arts. The following is a sampling of what we viewed there. It was everything we'd dreamed it would be!