We’re back this week, after a death in the family. It was my father who was robbed of life some years ago, slipping into that silent death, dementia. On the bright side, my mother is talking about travel and doing things again, so it’s a rebirth of sorts all at the same time.

Life and death are parts of the natural order. I’m at the age where one reflects on their life, especially as one hears of friends diagnosed with cancer, or passing in an instant. It’s amazing to me that we can marvel and still reach back in time and other lives through preserved works like those found at the Museo Larco in Lima. Truly a treasure of delights…