Monday, February 7, 2011
My role as an art critic takes me to the occasional exotic locale. Last night, even though I donned a different cap, the territory was both foreign and familiar, or shall I say, familial, as I sat cross-legged and barefoot on the floor with DS, DDIL and DGS. Yes, there was art on the walls, and while my opinion was sought, intelligible utterances in a suitable language were not forthcoming.
Posted by bastinptc at 11:26 AM