On Mom and Dad's last day in Oz, we opted for a tour of the Opera House, a walk through the Botanical Gardens, and a spin through the Art Gallery of NSW.
It's hard to oversell the Opera House--the interiors are just as jaw-dropping as the exterior, and its nativity story has lots of juicy noir elements: budget-busting, backstabbing, and scandal after scandal. But when all is said and done, the building is simply a marvel--a sculpture so brilliant that the engineers had to invent the technology to build it.
Check out the purple rug--Pavarotti refused to be photographed on it because of the karma.
After a behind-the-scenes tour of the Opera House, Mom, Dad and I walked through the Botanical Gardens to the Art Museum of NSW--the gardens were exquisite, the effect aided by the hundreds of sleeping, macabre flying foxes hanging in the denuded boughs above. At the Art Museum, Dad reminds me, we viewed a painting by our very famous neighbor in my home town of Lexington, Virginia, Cy Twombly. It was his triptych of Turner's "Fighting Temeraire" in flames. Funny how one travels so far to see art created in one's own backyard.
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