The New York Public Library lions remind me of the Art Institute of Chicago.
(Fortitude, or Patience)
Our tour guide was an old myopic man in an oversized suit who smelled of camphor. His hair was slicked down to the side with water, I think. He didn’t mind that we wandered away.
The murals reminded me of a great book (with a great title), The Invention of Everything Else, perfect reading for this time of year.
I think this library is, in some ways, better than a museum: you can live and think and work in it, and it houses both art and BOOKS! A collector’s dream.