A Guard In an Art Museum.
Day Four in Birmingham, Alabama and I am starting to feel at home. There is a pizza place on 20th Street South that now lets me in before opening hours. The manager has the key to the main entrance but Trixie lets me in the side door.
I was sitting at the bar reading the Economist and sipping a club soda when the manager came around the corner to unlock the front door. Her name really is Bella. “You’re here early today, Mr. King,” Bella said.
I am a little ahead of schedule because I am only taking little nibbles at the Birmingham Museum of Art every morning. It is comparable to the New Orleans Museum of Art, i.e. in one go it would only take me about an hour to soak in what interests me. Today, I soaked up an extensive exhibit of Wedgewood china, which I did not think I would enjoy but I spent a half hour in those galleries. I have little else to do.
The china was amazing in its details, like hand-carved seashell cameos.
On the way to my early afternoon HQ, I passed the best little pork house in Alabama (TM).
Then, I passed a ghost face on a wall. It was on the side of a CVS.
That would never happen at the Birmingham Apothecary. There are no exposed side walls in Five Points.
I have since moved along, up the street. You should become a paid subscriber.