Naturally, we went used booking as well. Picked up a copy of Collector's Choice:The Chronicle of an Artistic Odyssey through Europe by Ethel LeVane & J. Paul Getty. It's a biographical (and, in parts, autobiographical) account of Getty's art collecting. The section I'm reading right now reminds me quite a bit of Rudolf Bing's account of his years with the New York Metropolitan Opera House, 5,000 Nights At The Opera, especially the accounts of John Christie's Glyndebourne and how problematic the political climate around the second world war made operating in the world of the arts, especially those arts historically dominated by the Germanic and Italian. Laurie purchased a few books on the Inquisition.
Next to the bookshop was an indoor reptilian zoological garden.
graffito scribe had also passed those hallowed byways.
The next day I spent with my father. He took me to the LA County Fire Dispatch complex where he works and I was given a grand tour. The building sits on shock absorbers, rather than any traditional foundation, which are able to withstand at least an 8.5 earthquake. I was taken to the basement where I was able to see them (photography in such an environment, however, seemed like it would be frowned upon, so I refrained from asking.) The dispatch room looks like something out of an action film and, indeed, I am told has recently undergone a $4 million renovation. LA County is, in my estimation, in very good hands. I was honored to find that my father has two of my paintings in his office.
We then went to the movies, which is something both of us, in our respective lives, rarely ever gets to do. We saw a satirical film about a super-hero in World War II. It starred Stanley Tucci and Toby Jones. Or, at least, it did for me. My father came out of it having seen a film about motorcycles.
That night we went out to dinner with members of Laurie's family. A splendid time was had by all. We tried (and failed) to get to bed early as the next day was our day at the Getty Museum. More soon!