Today I got to stare at this.
Not a print.
Not a representation on the internet.
But Van Gogh's actual painting.
There were a number of fabulous paintings in the exhibit.
A Seurat sketch of the circus done in primary colors that was somehow so entirely vibrant, joyful and alive; I found the fully painted finished version on the internet after the exhibit and liked the sketch so much more.
But I got to stare at Van Gogh's Starry Night on the Rhone. In person.
That's enough to be grateful for, and I am.
But El Bandito also just spoiled me rotten with an early Christmas/birthday/New Year's present.
I continue to be an extremely lucky woman.