Stopping off in Boston on the way to Byzantium, I got to see favorite nephew, Taj, at Massachusetts College of Art and Design. We had dinner in Boston's Chinatown at the "Golden Gate Bridge" Restaurant. Maybe more original and indigenous fare (like lobster?) tonite. Taj is thriving amidst a sea of students. Everyone seems to be either a student or professor here. His dorm is on of the newest buildings in Boston and certainly more well-organized than John Singer Sargent's bedroom. Spent the whole day (with a pause for a lecture on Byzantine Art at Mass Art) at the Museum of Fine Arts across the street from Taj's dorm. Isabella Stewart Gardner today. I've been told there is a rare portrait of one of the Sultans. As I read about any one of them, the expression "what a piece of work" is a complete understatement.
Seems that the first order of the day is to kill all your brothers and their children. Glad I didn't have to do that. Taj is too fine a young man. The Buddhist monk we met yesterday as he was working on a sand painting said that he had a good and generous heart.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
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