The gardens are free. There is a giant spoon that ...

The gardens are free. There is a giant spoon that threatens to catapult a Maraschino onto the Basilica of Saint Mary and a Paul Bunyon's Great Ultramarine Cock. The meadows are filling in nicely and I'm excited to visit in more Clement weather. People stroll here, even on cold winter's days! Like really stroll! Good walk bridge to Loring park. Inside there's art, but they haven't bought too many local or emerging artist's works, which should be against their charter. Paul Klee's trough of blue powder would look good on the giant spoon and the Cherry could garnish the architectural picnic shelter where the glass fish used to swim. So there's also a shiny balloon dog and melted walls. I've also seen l'Arte inside that made me cry: moved by anger, grief, lament, sorrow, joy, and bleeding boredom. There's also a chef upstairs that amuses the bouche. I'm told.