Milan, x2
After a short nap this morning, I went to Pinacoteca di Brera. An art school that also has a very, very nice museum. I saw it listed in an Italy guidebook at His flat last night and remembered seeing it listed in mine. In any case, it was an interesting trip, as I hadn't seen any signs directing to the museum [from the entrance to the building that I used], and I ended up walking around the art school for a while. Which was actually pretty cool. I walked past students, art being sold in the hallways, student art just being displayed in the hallways. I found a really lovely enclosed garden that students were lunching and smoking in.
Eventually, after feeling lost and mistaken that there was actually a museum there, I saw an admin office. The museum is on the first floor, not the ground floor.
It is an exceptional museum and has some key pieces of Italian renaissance art. There are also some very, very beautiful Modigliani's, that I was very sad not to find postcards for in the gift shop.
After spending some time online, I was off for another, proper nap. I'm back at the i-cafe again, hoping for emails from various people. I'm in the midst of searching for lodging in Seattle, searching for free lodging in Paris (there are a couple websites I know of where people list couches and spare rooms that they are willing to let people use for free...one of these is how I ended up meeting Him, even though I didn't end up staying there the night I originally was looking for (which brings me to another idea in my head: using online research for accomodation as a source for dating -- someone I emailed in Seattle about a room in his flat mistook something I wrote that he interpreted as a suggestion that I would be a Friends with Benefits (though still paying rent) in his flat; I cleared this up, as it wasn't what I meant at all, and I think it's a funny story and an interesting idea (the lodging search/dating thing)) and just regular correspondence.
Anyway, spent part of the post-nap evening reading a book I bought in Germany. The novel I was intending to write is a contemporary version of a novel from 100 years ago. I happened to find a novel that is billed as exactly that, and of course I couldn't resist buying it to see what that author did with the storyline. It is, indeed, a rewrite of the novel I covet. Though, while well-written, I think it relies a little too much on people being familiar with the earlier novel, or willing to accept that you're unable to empathize with the main character. She's vacuous, yes, but the novel is written in third-person...
In any case, it's interesting to see what someone else has done with the novel. And because I think my version would be much more timely and interesting (of course I feel this way...), it feels like a little kick in the pants to get me started working on it again.
OK. I'm hungry now, and this i-cafe is hotter inside than it really is outside.
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