You know, I've seen a museum or two in my day, but certainly nothing that stands up to the level of Boston's Museum Of Fine Arts. Aye, caramba!!!!

Before we even left home, I had planned on catching a special exhibit they just happened to be running at the museum while we were in town: "Americans In Paris". This is a collection of famous paintings by Americans that had skedaddled over to Paris in the late 1800's (hence the name - sheer brilliance!!), including "Whistler's Mother", legendary even to an arts buffoon like myself. The display called it something else, like "Study In Black & White, Number 1", but they couldn't fool me. I know a whistling mother when I see one...

From there, my wife and I were literally pelted by an onslaught of art, a bom-bahd-ment (New England accent...) of culture, including huge names like Van Gogh, Picasso, Degas, and Monet. Even in the washroom, they had original felt drawings by somebody with a large nose named Kilroy, indicating he had been there. It was mind-numbing.

Then there were artifacts from almost every ancient civilization - Egypt, Greece, Rome, and Boise. We couldn't even begin to soak it all in, especially after our tour got interrupted by an evacuation, of which they wouldn't share with us as to the cause. While waiting to get back inside, a goose nipped at my pocket. God's truth...

Today is it. We depart, back to Canada. Kicking and screaming, but we both looooved Boston, and intend on getting back here. Way too much to see and do.

However, if I ever see anything containing lobster again anytime soon, I may bite my own pocket....

Chow for now!!