Ceilings... Nothing More Than Ceilings

Ceilings, wo-o-o, ceilings... There were three accordion players (three very bad accordian players) in our plaza the other day. They weren't here very long. Just long enough to mangle a song that, to my mind, was already mangled in the making. The song was "Feelings." They played most of it. It was so bad, it was comical. I grabbed my camera to capture a video, but I arrived on the balcony to see a man get up from a table, walk over to the machine playing the back-up instrumentals, and abruptly switch it off. He said a few quiet words to the musicians. They packed up their accordions and marched off down the street. I only wish he had stopped them sooner, because that awful song has not stopped playing in my head.

So, today, when Tom and I paid a visit to the Museo de Bellas Artes (Museum of Fine Arts), and I once again saw the magnificent ceilings, the first word in my head was "Woe!" And, so, the song resumed. I thought it was only fitting to share the ceilings while I continue "trying to forget my feelings."

The Museum of Fine Arts is a magnificent building with an impressive collection of art. Much of it is Christian in subject matter, and I lose interest in that quickly. But, there is enough other art and, of course the architecture, to keep my interest. I'll share more of the museum and the collection in a future post.

My sincere apologies for planting the song in your heads. But, misery loves company.

Wo-o-o. Ceilings.

Wo-o-o. Ceilings.

Wo-o-o. Ceilings.

Nothing more than ceilings.