|The Parkway; Don't ask me about William Penn...|
We checked into the motel at about 11, and headed straight over to the museum for the show, which was predictably wonderful. I was most impressed by Renoir's tenacity. Despite crippling arthritis, he continued to paint until he died at the age of 78, in 1919. An amazing feat; the final part of the exhibit was a film clip of Renoir painting at the very end of his life, with his brushes tied to his hands.
Having just had my hand operated on, I understand his pain on a visceral level. The statement he made rings true; he said that the only time he could forget the pain was when he was painting, so he continued to paint. He had to choose between walking and painting (he was riddled with arthritis, and both activities took all of his energy). He chose to paint. What a guy!
|Jill's Favorite: Dancing Girl with Castanets|
|Aptly named. Robert Indiana's Love Sculpture in Love Park. Jill wouldn't pose, so I photographed a random happy family.|
Canadian Michael was in the process of buying dinner for a police officer that he had inadvertently made an offensive gesture at...purely by accident, mind you. Good old Michael. We didn't stay there long, though the place was otherwise charming. Michael's brother was feeling the love...perhaps a little too much.
|Tir Na Nog Irish pub, complete with Irish bartenders and multiple Michaels.|
|Chris' Jazz Cafe; Jackie Ryan with the Larry McKenna Quartet|
Heaven. A good memory to close the summer. Thank you, Jill.