So my youngest son Kevin decided he wanted to take a trip over Christmas break. Strangely enough, he did not suggest Disney World, the mountains, or the shore. No, Kevin wanted us to go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Okay, that was an odd choice for an eight-year old, but Kevin has always been ahead of the intellectual curve. We agreed to go Friday, primarily because in 47 years of living in Philly, I have never been to the Art Museum. (Yes, I am a Philistine.)
We arrived around 11am, and the tourists were already crowding the Rocky Statue, which was moved off the Museum steps and placed nearby. The line to get a photo next to it was literally fifty deep. So, we did the next best thing; we ran up the Art Museum steps, like thousands have done before us.
It’s not easy and/or I am severely out of shape.
Once inside, we grabbed a map, and took Kevin’s lead. He immediately wanted to see the paintings first, so we enjoyed some Monet and classic Family Circus. Oh wait…
Thee Art Museum is not strictly paintings, however. Kyle took a photo (above) with a granite figure in the Indian Temple Hall. The kids also enjoyed the weapons and armor exhibit, where we found this little number: a German-made pistol-sword combination. God bless those Germans!
There was also a kid-friendly exhibit where you could create your own art, and the staff would frame it for you. From left to right, it is Kevin, Erik, and Julia’s work.
The visit was more enjoyable than I imagined, and the only downside was the glaring looks I received from Kevin when I would joke about the art. Apparently I was not taking the exhibits seriously enough. He even shushed me a few times.