Remember St. Louis?

I enjoyed a rare, seasonably delightful day off in St. Louis this week. I was able to visit a few restaurants and haunts from my college days. Walking through the art museum, where I spent quite a few afternoons during my years pursuing my East Asian Art History degree (my fall back in case the whole music thing doesn’t work out…didn’t really think that one through, huh?) I was amazed at how many details I remembered, even though I hadn’t stepped foot in the museum in over 10 years. I could have led a tour through the Asian wing. Before we rounded the corner by the stairs, I could have pointed out that the 12th century bronze Siva has a crack in the ring. All stored away in there, taking up valuable cranial real estate. After a wonderful nap in the park, a stroll around the arch, a nostalgic dinner at my favorite Vietnamese restaurant and a satisfying and long overdue greasy diner breakfast, I headed back out on the road, leaving St. Louis behind once again.