Bunny and I managed to escape the sucking vortex of ill-marked, multiply-named, non-Euclidean roadways designed by a disgruntled parking lot architect that is Orlando [1] for the coastal environs of St. Petersburg [2] to view the Salvador Dali Museum [3].
We arrived in the mid-afternoon and decided against the guided tour and spent a few hours reviewing the works of Salvador Dalí [4]. I enjoyed the experience and was glad I went. I didn't realize that Salvador did more than just melting clocks [5].
Bunny, however, didn't care for his work that much. It turns out that while she's heard of him, she wasn't familiar with his work; she enjoyed Escher [6] more than Dalí.
[3] http://www.salvadordalimuseum.org/
[4] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_Dal%C3%AD
[5] http://www.msdlists.com/surrealism/Dali%20Persistence%20of%20Time.html