Early one morning this week, I stopped by the home of an art advisor who happens to also be a neighbor. As we sat on her front porch sipping coffee—yes, I live in what sometimes seems like a small Midwestern town just 15 miles from Midtown Manhattan—she asked me what shows she should see now that her client work has slowed down. I rattled off half a dozen that I loved, and also ran down some of the galleries I’d intended to visit during the last two months of market tumult but just never got around to. I was scheduled to have lunch with a Christie’s executive that day, but realized, as I spoke, that there was nothing preventing me from crossing those shows off my list in one last afternoon of gallery-going.