Looking at Art: People at the Freer
I’m infamous in my family for my dislike of being dragged along to art museums. (this is mostly due to the misconception that it’s the art I dislike, rather than my parents taking an ungodly amount of time to get through any museum exhibition)… but if I’m ever bored of looking at the art, there’s always entertainment to be had looking at the patrons. (because the premise of street photography sounds entirely un-creepy).
The gallery wasn’t very crowded; mostly everyone there was just browsing as silently as my family (myself excluded, of course, because the mere thought of my not offering arbitrary commentary is out of the question)