I've been dying to see the Islamic art exhibit at the MOA for the past coupe weeks.
So on Tuesday I finally
coerced convinced this really cute boy and I know to take me.
In the early afternoon,
there was really no one else there
except a few security guards
and one older couple who slowly meandered along ahead of us.
I forgot how much I love beautiful arabic calligraphy.
Curvy and mysterious.
There was music playing along in the background
that reminded me of a mixture
of the Arabic rap blasting from various street vendors in the old city
and the call to prayer humming out of the loud speakers.
Oh, how this exhibit made me miss my middle eastern home.
It was a perfectly lovely sort of afternoon.
Happy Day Date! Oh Happy Life!