Today, my series on Julie Kent, the now-legendary ballerina, concludes. (I say “now-legendary,” because she retired last month, and now dwells in legend, rather than on the stage.) This final installment is accompanied by one of the most beautiful and striking photos I can remember seeing: of the artist taking her final bows. (Actually, as a ballerina, she curtsies.) That’s pretty much the way it looked, too, that night at the Metropolitan Opera House. The ovation for Kent went on for almost a half-hour.

Anyway, if you’re sick of Trump’s mug, and Obama’s, etc., check out the picture. It’s like a little vacation away from the ongoing grimness of the world.