To be fair, that woman doesn’t seem to be having the best time in Hamburg at the moment and wishes she were back in Sweden, where her family has a house and apparently spends most of the year. So her tears might not have been entirely caused by the quality of the product.
I’m considering suing her anyway, just in case.
No shade, but neither Munch’s nor Lassnig’s work did much for me. I did, however, enjoy the piece of chocolate cake and strolling through the exhibition with Anna. I love that going to museums is a regular part of our relationship, and I love living somewhere with enough museums and exhibitions that there’s pretty much always something new for us to see. Even if, occasionally, the cake ends up being the highlight.
Sunday is long-run day. I love a good yap and run. Later that day, we were invited to Basti’s birthday party in the park. I didn’t know anyone except Anna and still had a fantastic time. Basti and all of his friends were great, and I really enjoyed what might have been the last picnic of the summer.
Sophisticated Saturday
