Reflection

It didn’t take us long to get to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I don’t know what I had been expecting. Hearing it was an art museum, I had pictured some modern building that was art itself. Well, as usual I found myself assuming wrong, though I was right that the building as art.

The museum was old style in how it was housed. The building was classical with tall stone pillars gracing the front. Oh my, the front. First, I was awed by the sheer size of it. The building was immense and shaped like a square U. The front where the taxi pulled up to was located in the center of the large courtyard created by the two extending branches of the building. I am so bad with estimating size, but I wouldn’t have been surprised that this would have been the largest building I had even been in up to that time.