One of the reasons I used to love living in Indianapolis was the cultural opportunities the city offers. The theaters, the music venues, the art galleries and the fine restaurants always present something of interest, and I was glad to walk or make the short drive to get there.
Since moving out to the country, though, I find that although I still enjoy the arts the thought of driving anywhere, especially into the city, plus my general inertia keeps me home. Last week, however, I overcame my resistance to traffic and travel and gave my wife — and myself, it turns out — an early Christmas present when we drove to the Indianapolis Museum of Art to see the exhibit “Matisse, Life in Color: Masterpieces from the Baltimore Museum.”
Our midmorning drive into the city was easy, and I was thinking, “This isn’t that bad.” Not too many cars when we pulled into the underground garage, and we found a spot close to the door. When I called for information the voice told me the weekends can get crowded. I guess we were lucky it was the middle of the week.