The Detriot Institute of Arts

Walk into the Detriot Institute of Arts (DIA) and be dazzled immediatly. Smiling greeters will nodd at you. Check your coat and climb about four stairs.
Looking at my surroundings, I look at armor from the Ancient Greece (my favorite time period) and Ancient Rome. I look at swords and knives - plain torchure devices. Blackened, and a little faded, blood is still stained on them, emprinting the memory of great loss.
Further on, I look up at the Diego Rivera paintings. Men are working on cars. The detail is so intense that you actually feel there for a moment. Rivera's paintings are spread across the walls. Dazzled, I move on.
By the end of the night, I had seen jazz musicians blast their instruments, blairing in order to show off their talent, I had seen models of houses from the seventeen hundreds, and probably a million paintings where I thought: Wow, how did they do that?