the American wing


While I had loved the Egyptian wing and the Impressionist paintings as a child, as I entered my twenties, I fell hopelessly in love with glass and Louis Comfort Tiffany. Thus, after a delightful stroll through Anglo Mania, I headed straight for the American wing.

A new “discovery” was the Frank Lloyd Wright room, which I don’t think I’ve ever visited before. Although I do admire him,  don’t know if I could endure anything so Wrightish beyond perhaps, the guest bathroom. Sorry Mr. Wright.


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