In Which I Don’t Recognize My Limitations

The driver pulled to the side of the road by an old faded sign with flaking paint. I pulled my backpack from the car and pointed, asking “that way?” Yes he said, that was the way. Then he pulled off and left me there alone as I shouldered my pack and started going. I signed […]

In Which I Have To Sit Down

I had to sit down for this one, and that’s something I rarely do in museums, even though I’ve been told that I should. But I was absolutely enraptured by the graceful, gossamer Statue of a Dancing Woman from Perge. She holds the plaited folds of her marble dress and lashes them about as the […]