Part 12: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Remember when I said earlier on thishereblog that beauty and art are subjective?

Let's continue with that theme.

Because I planned this trip at the last minute on a holiday weekend, I was unable to find a hotel room that met our needs for all three nights.

That means that we were nomads during the day, and switched hotels each night.

The second hotel we stayed in was downtown. I had high hopes for it. It had good reviews online, and I was excited about staying downtown.

It turns out, that hotel sucked.

It wanted to be a cool place for hipsters, but it just failed on so many different levels. (It missed the mark like a 23-year-old journalist fresh out of school used to miss the mark on stories all of the time.)

I had a lot of fun with the door knob that went into the our bathroom at this hotel. Um, where am I supposed to grab it? I felt kind of dirty every time I touched it.

Across the street from the hotel, my Mom took a photo of another "art" sculpture.

Oh, Saint Louis. I loved you. I want to go back to you.

Part 11: Art

Much like the last post, I think I'll just the photos I took speak for themselves.

Saint Louis is a beautiful city. We felt like we were going to die a few times, but we didn't and the beauty makes up for that.

Part 9: I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

I think it's possible that I left a piece of my heart at City Museum in Saint Louis.

The place is weird and unconventional. The place is very much like me.

I'm not even sure what to say about City Museum. At first, I was not impressed. I wanted to leave, and I wanted to get out of that weird, stupid place.

But after I ate and I wasn't hangry anymore, we started to explore the place.

How cool!

I wish we would have gone back there.

Back when I committed to this trip and bought the concert tickets, I joined/stalked the Saint Louis subreddit in Reddit. I made a list on my phone of places and restaurants that locals kept mentioning.

Everyone told out-of-towners to check out City Museum.

It was the place that I was most excited about visiting (other than our hot date with Mr. Church, of course).

I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

A someone on Facebook said: City Museum, I could not love you more.