Washington Post -
29 Mar 2013 20:24
On Day 2 of this coquettish spring, ashen skies cleared just enough so that the Freer Gallery of Art’s monthly afternoon of sun-worshiping was not in vain. A staff member wearing gloves to protect oil paint from oily hands announced that noon had come and gone; they were four minutes late. It was time to arouse the dueling peacocks and the fair-faced princess of porcelain; time to allow this chameleonic room to dazzle its eager guests. Read full article >>
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