I finally visited the Fogg Museum today. But first, a bit of irony. Gracie and I actually sneaked into Adams House’s dining hall to eat… the pathetic result of being at Harvard with no classes. While eating lunch some Johnny mentioned loudly that he was headed off to a museum, and at that moment Gracie and I looked up from our fatty chicken and bland fish to share an epiphany. We had both wanted to visit the poor, closing Fogg, but never got around to it. Alas, only in the idleness of pressure-free Harvard, we headed to the museum.

Only after having taken a Medieval History class did the Medieval art on the first floor of the museum look painfully boring. The second floor offered more excitement:

http://picasaweb.google.com/KevinHChow/FoggMuseum

Following Minji’s advice, I checked out the gift shop and bought a book about… photography. And so I added a shopping bag to my arsenal of tourist gear: a big camera (and taking pictures every other second), a man purse, and cargo shorts. But the real souvenir from the Fogg was the photography-permission badge that politely reminds me mode de flash debraye. I managed to forget to return the badge to the front desk, leaving me with the last laugh. Take that HUAM!