Hit the Met yesterday, and although we did not get thrown out for sexually harassing the statues, we did get some good photos. One of my favorites was a guardian lion we came across as we were on our way between collections and I had just packed my camera up because the batteries were running low. I couldn’t resist, though; I love his expression. I’m not sure he makes a terribly fearsome guardian, but I wouldn’t mind having one at my house.

Afterwards, we went to Souen with Spencer. The waitress was friendly and flustered and brought me the wrong entree, which I didn’t realize until I’d already started eating it. However, the boys weren’t that fond of their vegetables and Spencer couldn’t finish his tofu, so there was more than enough to go around. I still don’t understand how anyone can not like sweet potato, though.

Since it was pouring outside, we needed something to do between dinner and Hell House. Wandering around in the rain turned out to not be all that much fun, but Crispy came to the rescue by discovering Twelfth Street Books, a small but fantastic used and rare book store at which I found a philosophy text I’d been looking for (at about a third what I would have been willing to pay for it). Mmm.