culture torture: the frick collection

Last week I visited The Frick Collection in Manhattan. Amazing! I spent a lot of time there as a teenager, because my Godmother lived around the corner and she and my mom liked to "culture torture" their kids by dragging us to museums. The visit brought back a lot of wonderful memories. When I was younger the entire home was open for tours ... I remember racing Drew up the staircase (shameful, I know). These days the collection is consolidated downstairs, and the curators have added wonderful audio tours. I love this museum because it really is like visiting a home (a spectacular, fancy home with a built in art gallery wing with gorgeous velvet walls).