I went to the Boston Public Library and looked at the artwork. I saw the murals, and I am sure I missed some of the symbols, especially in Sargent's Judaism and Christianity. I walked around the courtyard and saw a smaller copy of a statue of a Bacchante. It made me smile, as did this post.

Unfortunately, I dropped a bottle of Riesling I bought on the sidewalk. The bottle broke, and I mourned over wine I never got to drink. Some of it was leaking through a tiny hole in the bag, avoiding the glass issue. I tried some. It tasted kinda like pears and lime.