Monet, Manet, Cezanne, Renoir. The eyes rest where they will. And though they will marvel at the fabric arts, the silver and the ancient Buddhas, they will linger longest on the Impressionists.

The day before yesterday we wandered through the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) Museum. If Saturday’s concert was a treat for the ears — and it was, with haunting melodies and an obsessive need to listen to them again — then Sunday’s expedition was an equally delightful feast for the eyes.

It reminds me that one need not travel far to truly travel, an observation that others before me have shared. “I have traveled widely in Concord,” said Henry David Thoreau. I was only a few minutes away from Concord last week, and now am only an hour away from the National Gallery, with its Picassos, Rembrandts and Van Goghs.

Travel, true travel, never ceases.