We were en route to the beach, with George and The Student, whose mandate for the long weekend was to “not learn anything.” So, George and Anna Grace were dropped at a park while Tony and I conducted an artful surgical strike at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond.
With the obligatory stop at Baby Jim’s Snack Bar.
We began with an exploration of the newest exhibition on Seventeenth-Century Dutch and Flemish paintings. (Insert jokes about how Tony knows how to show me a good time.) I won’t pretend to speak knowledgeably about the works; my only goal is to share selected pieces that we enjoyed looking at.
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Or, at least those embassies we could get to over the course of a very rainy Saturday.
Baby goats, a new fermented grape, and an Earl Grey Brown Ale.
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Lots of colorful eating.
Snaps are from March. Better Late than Never! 🤷♀️
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