The High Museum of Art

I spent a great afternoon with my childhood friend, Ricky. He and his wife were here, in Atlanta, visiting family so he and I met up for an afternoon of fellowship. He and I lived on the same street as children and went to the same elementary school. His family moved away when we started high school and we lost touch. But several years ago, through Facebook, we reconnected and this is the second time he and I have gotten together.

We both like museums so we decided to go downtown to The High Museum of Art, Atlanta's answer to Paris' Louvre. We enjoyed ourselves looking around at all of the paintings and exhibits and here are a few pictures:

The entire several-story structure was white: white walls, white exterior. A little too much white for me. The building was very modern and non traditional and yet, it was full of famous paintings and works from famous people.

The museum often has visiting works from other museums. I remember once, they had the Chinese army statues from China and another time I remember that they had works from the Louvre. This time, they had works from Picasso, among other works belonging to The High.

Here's Ricky with one of the traditional paintings.

They didn't just have paintings. They also had sculptures such as this one.

The High sits right on Peachtree St in downtown Atlanta. And you would think that parking would be horrendous. And during the week, I imagine that it would be. But we were very fortunate to have found a parking spot just across from The High. After we left there, we first went to Mary Mac's Tea Room for lunch. They are on Ponce de Leon, a very famous restaurant. But when we got there, there was a line literally down the street and we didn't want to wait so we headed back towards Duluth. We took Jimmy Carter Blvd in Norcross and settled on The Juicy Crawfish. Here Ricky is with the bib they gave him for his juicy shrimp. I had flounder and we both had great fellowship, talking about old times. Although it's been many many years since we were children together, Ricky is still the same kind and sweet person I remember him to be. In fact, his face is the same. His hair is a little whiter but that's the only difference I could see. He was the Ricky I remembered it!! And I enjoyed my afternoon with an old brother-friend.

I was so happy to see my childhood friend!!

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