In the tunnel connecting the two buildings of the Museum of Fine Arts Houston.

After that last one where I stepped off the beaten path and into the warp zone, I got yelled at by security. Just can't take me anywhere! :)

We checked out the Masterpieces of French Painting 1800-1920 exhibit (the only American venue for this exhibit). I didn't think I would be cultured enough to enjoy it, but I really got into it. :) They have some of the images online, but there were many, many more there on display, and the accompanying audio gave a little more in-depth information about some of the paintings, such as how Van Gogh painted Cypresses whilst staying at a mental institute, and that he'd tried to commit suicide by eating his own paint, and thus was not allowed to paint for awhile. My fave was Joan of Arc, striking a deep chord of sadness within me. My least faves: some Modigliani pieces near the end of the exhibit (closer to the 1920s period) where the women looked distorted, one of them to the point of looking like she had a goiter growing on her neck ... ahem yes, anyways! Overall, it blew my mind to see the paintings up close and see the individual brush strokes of color that when viewed from afar came together as a coherent, realistic image. Man, if only I'd seen an exhibit like this during my art history class. I would have enjoyed that class a WHOLE lot more!

Oh, then I made Chi-Wei pose under this sign: