Sure, there are a few galleries down here. They are scattered quite nicely around the city but...It is not quite the same as disappearing off into London and hanging out in the Tate (Britain or Modern, I'm not proud) or any of the other wonderful galleries. Turning the corner to find a Schwitters, Tazara, Arp or Picabia slumped against a wall, nailed to the ceiling or melting silently in a ball of fire and ice!
Whoooooooooooooopppppppppppeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
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