On a gray, misty afternoon in Baltimore, theres nothing like stepping out of the drizzle and into a bright, echoing gallery. You feel that quiet hush settle in, the squeak of shoes on polished floors, the soft murmur of docents leading a tour, the sudden j

On a gray Baltimore afternoon, there are few better feelings than stepping out of the wind and into a bright museum atrium the hush of the galleries, the echo of footsteps on polished stone, the sudden confrontation with a painting or sculpture that just s