Once the gallery analysis was complete, it was time for Mica to be a good listener, as Alex taught her all about the planets, both factually and via an Arts experience: He's become obsessed with Holst's suite of late, and insisted on playing excerpts from each selection for her, and having her guess which planet it was!
After lunch and a nice chat with the Marias, it was on to Walmart (cringe) -- Simon had requested that we visit to compare, and so I had promised him that if he looked up the location, we'd go. (Actually, the "big" store turned out to be well over an hour away by bus, so we elected to go to the "smaller" one closer by, in order to get to the osteopath on time later on.)
BUT, the good thing about our smaller Walmart visit was that we found ourselves on a subway downtown at precisely the same time as a harpist, who was quite possibly the best subway musician we've heard to date. Alex was mesmerized, as was I.
His sales pitch was as gentle and soft-spoken as his magical music, but people dug deep into their pockets for this one.
As we walked across Las Heras Park to the bus ("Mom, the 41 goes by here, that's faster than walking to the subway!" insisted Simon), we were blessed with a rosy sunset and half-moon rise.