[More from the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia]
I nearly slipped on the floor near the front desk, my loafers were wet from the rain outside. It was a Thursday evening, free entry. Grey and rainy outside and perfect to be wandering alone inside the gallery on such a night.
At the gift shop I asked the lady if we could unwrap the plastic from a particular book on street art. I admit, I wanted to see inside because the author had a Finnish name. Turned out the book was mediocre, and I didn't purchase it though I felt obliged to.
I love samplers and this one is disintegrating which makes it all the more lovely.