From the gardens, we ventured into the palace art gallery, a treasure trove of paintings, sculptures, and artifacts from centuries past. Aria, wide-eyed with wonder, marveled at the artistic creations that adorned the walls.
Aria, sensing the weight of the art, tugged at my hand. "Daddy, look at this one! It's so pretty!" she exclaimed, pointing at a vibrant painting depicting a sun-kissed landscape.
Grace and I leaned in, appreciating the art through Aria's enthusiastic eyes. The gallery, with its myriad expressions of creativity, became a backdrop for family exploration. Grace's fingers subtly intertwined with mine as we moved from one exhibit to another, our connection deepening in the silent corridors of art.