Finally.
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This is not the museum, this is the museum school. |
Part of the plan was to get lunch at the cafe. They recommend reservations, but I've never had trouble being seated.
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The metal straw is new, though. I do always get the ginger lemonade, though. |
I thought about getting the meatloaf sandwich, but the pasta special sounded good.
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Penne with a bunch of three different mushrooms, with thyme and goat cheese. I added the focaccia, which could have used some olive oil or something. It was grilled, and had good grilled flavor. |
It was a lot of lunch, but I wasn't sure if I wanted dessert.
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Panorama of the cafe. |
Surprise!
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It turns out I did. Coffee gelato. |
Then I looked at art. The temporary exhibitions didn't allow photos.
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The modern gallery did. |
Because I didn't take a lot of photos, this looks a lot closer to lunch than it was. It was about an hour and a half later.
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They don't sell Wailua soda anymore, they make it with syrups. |
Asian galleries:
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Monkey with lion mask. |
Hey, guys.
Wait, is that?
Apparently this is Korean:
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See? |
Still fighting, you two?
That's in the Western galleries, as is this:
I don't think I've posted this before, but it's kind of depressing how terrible some people are.
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Bust of Persephone. Because people are awful and can't follow signs, they've stained the marble with the oils on their fingers. Grow the fuck up. |
Jerks.
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"Yeah, how about no more from you, ok, Mommy?" |
"Wait, is that Stitch?"
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Yes. That is definitely Stitch. |
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Tar and feather Stitch, I guess. |
That pretty much was all the art, but I decided to get some pastries from
St. Germain's, since it's reasonably close, and dinner pastries sounded good.
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No curry pan today, but I got a ham/cheese croissant, and a sausage roll. |
They were tasty, but I'm hungry again. I have an apple turnover still. And two blueberry doughnuts.
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"GRR! I'M NOMMING YOUR ROBES! SCARY TIGER!" |