If you are going to live in a city (and I would highly recommend it), there are certain things you simply must have.
A decent neighborhood.
Great parks to walk in.
Easy access to the countryside.
A fabulous library.
And a place to seek refuge from the noise.
And contemplate great works of art.
So I just became a member of this wonderful place.
I was extremely fortunate to enjoy London for so many years.
And walk all over that great city.
(And I look forward to doing a whole lot more of that in the spring!)
During my walks by the Thames, it was great to pop into the Tate Modern.
To get a bit of respite in the Rothko Room.
Thanks to my generous colleagues at the Guardian, I now have a print of this very same work (Black On Maroon, 1959) above my fireplace.
I could stare at it for hours.
And probably will.
But I like to get some exercise, so I will stroll on down to the MFA.
It’s less than 30 minutes.
I had forgotten how much great stuff they have there.
There’s even George The Fifth.
And the Goddess of Architecture.
Plus some lovely birdies.
Including this Eagle Coffin from Ghana.
So that’s where Mr Revere is hanging these days!
If I want to be a true Jimproper Bostonian, I just gotta get me some of these duds!
For one of the few times in my life, I went to the right.
There was even an MFA version of a Christmas tree (courtesy of Dale Chihuly).
I will hit this place at least once a week.
To pause and reflect.
But I wanted to share it with you now.
Because I thought you might appreciate a little taste.