The first thing that charms me about Peter Hay Halpert’s gallery is the intimacy of the space: it’s a cross between a gallery and an apartment, and through the open windows one can hear the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping. There’s a small bar, dark red walls, a leather sofa. A warm and welcoming place.
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