On Boxing day I fled the warmth of Uganda for the frigid civilization of Europe. In three weeks I traveled to London, Manchester, Paris, Brussels, and Amsterdam. I stayed with a sister and a friend and met a few new ones at hostels along the way. Most of my time was spent eating copious amounts of food and darting in and out of museums. One can find the most pretentious in Paris and the best curated in Amsterdam, although I feel that the Tate Modern does indeed deserve an honorable mention. None compare to the collection of Pop Art and Impressionism at MOMA/NYC. I found myself drawn to the street art in Paris and Amsterdam, however. It shows how a city landscape can evolve. Sometimes the beautiful overtakes the ugly and just as often that beauty is marred.