I thought about what it would be like to be a tourist in my own city. As if visiting the Getty Center for the first time. New directives as to how to traverse the spaces were apparent.
	I marveled at the details: The vistas, the gardens and the flowers.
And the patterns of light and shadow.
The intricacies of the walls.
And floors.
Clocks and chandeliers.
Architecture as a framing device...
	And the spaces in between.
The paintings, photographs, sculptures and manuscripts were there as well but noticing what I usually overlook is what made the visit special.

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