Annie
We pull up to another grand looking building, this one is more modern looking, the entire front of the building is all glass. We walk up to the entrance and are stopped before we can go in.
“Tickets?” A woman with a Russian accent demands, holding her hand out in a snapping motion. Max reaches into his coat pocket and produces two tickets, placing them in her hand. She nods for us to enter.
“She was pleasant” I joke to Max, he chuckles.
As soon as we are inside, my jaw drops. A museum sized room, filled with beautiful paintings of all media. Oil, acrylic and watercolor all stand before me. I don’t know what to look at first. Max pulls me over to the side,
“Let’s start here shall we?” He says, taking my hand. I stare at each painting for a long time. I’m sure Max is bored but
