I didn't snap too many photos while we were there because it's actually kind of intimate. You go in through the back stage door and check in and then go down winding stairs and all. The classrooms are bright and colorful, but I didn't want to be that uncool mom clicking away with her iPhone, so I resisted the urge.
Here's to my fabulously boisterous Eva, may you never forget that, "Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one."
For any of you who totally keep track of our weekly schedule, we put French lessons on hold since her section didn't have enough students for the school to run the preschool session. We'll see what Spring holds for French or we might try art classes at the Minneapolis Institute of Art.