The monkey and the graps

when art, place, and memories become entwined 

The main Zurich art museum was our safe haven when my daughter was tiny and we were new to Switzerland.

Hand-in-hand up those stairs to the monkey and the grapes, then on to the sleeping horse. A destination for those endless afternoon hours of toddlerhood. 

Now, here I am again.

No sticky hand in mine, no high voice asking questions, no fingers stretching out to touch. Maybe I’ll invite my now fully grown girl to come here with me again, and we’ll stand shoulder to shoulder, if not always eye to eye.

This week’s newsletter is about how art and memories entwine, turning a museum into a Time Machine.