Who could doubt that Albert Barnes would have despised the sterile building?
The Barnes Foundation used to be unique: a suis generis collection in a genus loci space (one of a kind in a place all its own). Never mind that a wall hung with 10 Renoirs and two Cezannes was just
too much of a good thing. I had spent 20 years imagining my trip to the Barnes, and when I finally went in 2009, I felt amused, enriched, stimulated, befuddled, enchanted and glad to be alive.
