The Best Way Ever to Avoid the Blues

Rainy days are rare in San Francisco, my beloved hometown, where the streets go from quirky to beautiful, the views are stunning, and the urban walks are enticing. (Don’t believe the bad press; downtowns everywhere have problems.) Walking in San Francisco is my daily joy. But I take a rainy day to be a message from God: Go hang out at the museum. Actually, any museum. <a href="https://www.sfmoma.org/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">SFMoMA</a>, or the <a href="https://www.famsf.org/visit/legion-of-honor" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Legion of Honor</a> if you’re in San Francisco. Maybe the <a href="https://whitney.org/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Whitney </a>if you’re in Manhattan. Atlanta’s <a href="https://high.org/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">High </a>Museum is a lifelong favorite. In DC? <a href="https://www.phillipscollection.org/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">The Phillips Collection, </a>for starters. My best travel days, rain or shine, have usually included museum visits — but when the sun is out, there’s always a temptation to roam the countryside, or at least the outside. When it rains on my vacation, though, the parade just moves straight inside — into a museum. <a href="https://medium.com/six-word-photo-story-challenge/the-best-way-ever-to-avoid-the-blues-5770d000820a">Visit Now</a>