Surprise; surprise… van ran out of gas last night upon arrival. Am to “deliver” a homeopathic “library” locally, and their Cindy graciously offers “pick-up” and arrives just a AAA “Samaritan” arrives with gas.
Within moments am obligation-free and so head for Heard Museum. The intimate, almost hokey, museum of 1966 has been expanded and renovated into a wonderful experience. Its focus remains primarily “pre-European local culture”, but now includes contemporary art, and worldwide articles collected by the Heard family.
Later, take advantage of Phoenix Art Museum’s “free admission”. A docent offers a private tour, but we collect more along the way. Their building itself, is a bit strange: externally, a huge, unappealing, windowless rectangular block; while inside is a strange mixture of intimidating, dark, unfinished hallways opening onto majestic, high-ceilinged galleries provide wondrous space for works of any size.