One hundred and eighteen years ago today, Peggy Guggenheim came into this world. Eight decades later, she was gone, her ashes scattered next to the bu...
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Last week I visited the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice and found myself weeping in front of a painting by Paul Klee. Thirty years have elapsed since I was a summer intern in this museum.
Venice outstripped any expectations I might have brought to the experience. It was far more cinematic than any movie could do justice to.
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