If you close your eyes and let the music play

I continue to work my way through the Museo Frida Kahlo.

Another look into the conversation pit, showing off more of the seating and the variety of seating, and giving a better look at the stone floor. Also ... wait. Computer, enhance.

The jaguar-head figure sitting in the conversation pit. I could not get close enough to it to say whether it's a mask or a full head sculpture.

Upstairs above the conversation pit, and off of the dining room, was Kahlo and Rivera's main studio. Here, a box of crayons and paints, as left at the end of her life.

My grandparents had the same pencil sharpener and fastened into the same wood table!

View from the studio out onto the courtyard.

Wheelchair and easel from, my understanding was, one of her last projects.

Bookshelves, of endless fascination to me. Many of these are Rivera's notes. Notice the thick volume, Protest Rockefeller Vandalism, regarding the fresco that John D Rockefeller Jr commissioned for 30 Rockefeller Center because, apparently, nobody told the Rockefellers anything about Rivera besides that sure, he'd love to do a piece on the theme ``capitalism versus communism''. (I'm being snide. The Rockefellers knew what they were buying, but also imagined that New York City society could take it.)

Rivera's gas mask. I asked a docent why he had an Industrial Gas Mask, and conformed it was for the most likely reason: protection from paint fumes. I thought protection from tear gas a less likely but still plausible need. The docent wondered if I might be British, given my quietly approaching and saying, ``I beg your pardon'' before confirming she understood English and could answer my trivial question.

Rivera's book collection and wait, he read Drew Pearson? Wow.

More of Rivera's library and I'm intrigued by this book Art From The Mayans To Disney, by Jean Charlot. Aren't you, now? (It was published in 1939.)

Getting back to that wheelchair and easel, showing off the unfinished painting.

Trunk and chair in a part of the studio that's getting near the bedroom. Like many of us there's not a perfect division between working spaces and private spaces.

Trivia: In 1996 the typical Miami-area home sold for 3.3 times household incomes. Ten years later it sold for 7.2 times income.
Source: How Markets Fail: The Logic of Economic Calamities, John Cassidy.

Currently Reading: Holland on the Hudson: An Economic and Social History of Dutch New York, Oliver A Rink.