I've never much liked museums, probably because the houses I grew up in were like museums themselves. Cold. Impersonal. Stuffy. My parents' own art collection is worth as much as everything in this building—and that's in their summer home. What I do like is seeing Miss Lily's reactions to the art pieces, seeing the way her big eyes get even bigger, her lashes fluttering as she takes in pots, paintings, sculptures, dresses, and murals with a child's sense of wonder.
