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My favorite thing in museums is inevitably the sculpture. Somewhere, you can always find something beautiful and quiet carved out of stone. I think I find it sort of mind blowing to think a person once took a chunk of rock and saw that somewhere inside it was a woman with coils of hair and a string of pearls living inside it.

We wandered around the High Museum this afternoon, looking at pretty Impressionist paintings and photographs from the Civil Rights era and gigantic modern paintings and old woodcuts and heavy swirls of glass and pretty porcelain.

Then there was delicious thai food. As far as I am concerned, the only way to eat green beans is stir fried in red curry. Nom.