Hartford is the capital of Connecticut. And we hadn't really done anything useful in Connecticut before, so soon after our trip to Vermont, we headed to Hartford.
What is there to do in Hartford? TripAdvisor lists 2 top picks: some art museum, and Mark Twain's home. At the time of this trip, I knew very little about Mark Twain. Certainly, a few years ago, I absolutely nothing about him. At some point, I think in high school, when I hadn't really gotten around to hearing music/movies/shows in English, I swear I believed that Mark Twain was some pop star in America. I think I had read some quote of his and it sounded like one of those pop-starrish things to say. I don't think I still properly know what Mark Twain was all about. But it seems clear that he wrote stuff, and also entertained in various ways. Some of his stuff was about some Huckleberry Finn, who I swear, after I learned about this, thought was related to the cartoon Huckleberry Hound. My word, I'm a pleb. Because of this, we first headed to the museum.
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| It was a helluva cold and windy day. :/ |
The art museum was nicely curated. It was one of the few places I've seen Dali's paintings in America, and I was absolutely thrilled. There were a number of paintings by other less known French artists. It was worth the visit.
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| Me looking goofy with a Dali painting. |
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| Louis Antequin's really cool blue painting. |
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| The red glow of the sunlight is just so uniquely, and honestly portrayed in this Theodore Rosseau painting. |
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| Lady peering out. What is she thinking? I'm always intrigued by such paintings. |
After that, we headed to Mark Twain's house which was boring as fuck. If you ever do end up at Hartford, whoever you are, I forbid you to see Mark Twain's house there, however lavish it is. (It is not.) I mean, there was some interesting stuff with the fact that he was poor and his wife's parents opposed their relationship for a long time and so on. Maybe our tour guide was just lazy. I cannot imagine it being worth it however.
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| Mark Twain's house. |
And finally, we ended up back in Boston at Dana's place. One of the best developments in my life have been the realization that I can bond with dogs too. As a kid, I only have memories of being chased by wild packs of dogs and being terribly terrified of them. I was a generally timid kid anyway and this didn't help. So it wasn't easy for me to get comfortable with Dana's dog. But I'm beginning to realize that dogs are insanely sweet animals. I got so comfortable I was even able to cuddle with Scout, and even allowed her to lick me a little (!).
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| Falling asleep on a dog's face with my trusty Mojito in hand. I cannot believe I could do that. |
