Thursday afternoon we had enough time after arriving in Boston and before dinner at 6p to run up to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. No matter how many times I go, it’s always a treat to go again. The only uh-oh in the outing was a rotten Boston cabbie who robbed us blind. The fare from the hotel to the museum was $11.45 and I only had Harriet Tubman’s on me so I asked for change of $5, giving him $15. He said “I don’t have any change“. That meant one of three things: I either had to refuse to pay, or grab my credit card and swipe it, or have Mr. EOS and/or daughter reach for their wallets, but we were squished like sardines in the teeny all-dented cab and Mr. EOS couldn’t move, let alone reach for his wallet. In a moment of weakness, I opted to give him the whole $20 rather than the other options. I wasn’t a happy camper. What cabbie doesn’t have five dollars on them? For the ride back, we checked wallets before hand, got out fives and tens, and were prepared.
Back to the museum. We didn’t have it all to ourselves but pretty much. The second floor is under renovation but they gave us a bonus of a temporary exhibit called Off The Wall, with some of the more important paintings ISG owned. Not too shabby. No photos from in the special exhibit because it was too dark and there was a No Flash rule. The link is more informative than my own photos would have been anyway.
None of us could remember the exact details of the famous 1990 theft of paintings from the museum so once home we did our search. Yikes, posing as Boston Police no less. I’d forgotten that detail.
The ISG museum is so much like the Cloisters with its archways and courtyard, so graceful and welcoming a courtyard as ever there was – the light pouring through the glass roof and the plantings all in bloom. I can imagine sitting there all day with a cup of coffee and a good book.
A question we never got time to ask so maybe some of you know: The floor tiles – in the corners of the hallways and rooms where this particular floor tile lay, the tiles were black, as if they were painted black over the terra cotta and now where it’s been walked on, the black is almost gone. Every time we ran across a museum docent with an Ask Me tag, she was busy answering someone else’s questions. Oh well. You guys are smart. Tell me.
The ISG was the perfect choice for as little amount of time we had. Our cab ride back was $10.90 and a tip with some ones. Not $20!