
Yesterday, for the first time in months, the sun's rays delivered the warmth they'd promised.

It was even warm enough for flip flops.
Perfect for my museum adventure.

This is where Flavia works. There are dead birds everywhere.
But I wasn't allowed to take a picture.
The museum next door was much friendlier.
They were even open to the public.

Sometime in the early afternoon, I got tired and started taking pictures of myself.
Here I am-- in a new poncho, flip flops, a contented shadow in front of the security guard's favorite artwork-- happy.
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