Whenever I didn't have to be someplace dutiful at the library conference in Washington DC (learning about the latest trends in book theft, for example) I would find myself at the National Gallery of Art. The one day when I might have gone to the Phillips Collection instead (remembering it fondly from a visit twenty years ago) it turned out to be closed. But I cannot say that I minded very much. I could spend a month at the National Gallery and not even begin to feel sated. Our robber barons on the West Coast came along too late (and also, it could be argued, lacked the taste) to grab anywhere near the same quality or quantity of European cultural loot, and California museums consequently have nowhere near this richness and depth.
Carved Latin inscription (above) translates as King of Kings and Lord of Lords (considered in this context as attributes of Jesus Christ, needless to say). The revival of Roman letter-carving would make the Renaissance seem worthwhile even if that had been the only thing it accomplished.