It's pretty cool that I could describe Auguste Rodin's The Thinker, get a blank look from the kid, and then the mom pulled up a photo of the sculpture on her phone to show him.
(I did not mention The Gates of Hell, but I was very intrigued by the bronze version in the garden of its home museum.)
(I did not mention The Gates of Hell, but I was very intrigued by the bronze version in the garden of its home museum.)
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…since every moon rock specimen on Earth turns to cheese along with the moon in the novel, I was laughing to myself when I passed a case with a sample of lunar rock.