Lots of Renoir, at least a dozen haystacks by Monet, half dozen ballerinas by Degas. Nighthawks, American Gothic, and a lot of modern crap. Not enough surrealism, a few Dalis and a few Magrittes, including Time Transfixed. One of the most interesting subjects was Cupid Chastised by Manicotti, or some other Italian pasta. Mars is giving a horsewhipping to Cupid, as Venus looks on. Sure, sure... get the hots for your sister and then take it out on poor naked winged Cupid.
Had Italian food at a restaurant near the hotel. Square pasta with a nice beefy ragout. Had some vin santo for dessert.
Now, I'm in the press room at the convention center in Chicago. My feet are hurting already, despite the many Dr. Scholl's products that Rebecca thoughtfully provided me. I've made it about a quarter of the way through the exhibit hall. There are neat cafes that are on pillars *above* the convention hall, so you can get a great view from up there of the whole landscape of booths. All the people look like scientist-ants. Okay, off to some press conferences.