Went to see La La at the circus (now at Morgan Library). Got a little lost at the entrance and climbed some stairs and got to see the Degas painting of the black angel climbing to the circus vault in a painting slashed by a vertical line. An angel with no visible face, hanging by her teeth. Seems that in her real Fernando Circus performances she was carrying a canon from these teeth??
Leaving the room, went to take the elevator and found myself in the air in the extraordinary space with glass above, below and in front of me, sparkling in the sun. For a couple of seconds I felt I was myself an angel.
