made it. . .
New York New York, it’s a wonderful town, the Bronx is up and the battery is. . . the only place we didn’t go. .. . . Whew. We took the bus in again, and then wandered through the streets, snapping pictures and video like real tourists, til we got to the subway and went uptown to the museum of art. That’s an experience. Fast moving underground trains with panhandlers that will sing a song for a buck. . . . didn’t have a buck.. . . ..
We walked several blocks, documenting along the way til we got to the museum. There we covered a small part of it for two or three hours. Saw the egyptian wing, the american wing, the seventeenth century art wing, and a few more wings. Came to a complete stop when we went through a room that had one of the paintings that Vermeer did that was in the movie ” The Girl with the Pearl Earring”. Almost three hundred and sixty years old, and you had the sense that it was almost a photograph or alive. If that makes any sense. . . . Awe, that would describe the feeling that made one hold their breath for a second. The same thing with the Van Gogh room. To be three feet from paintings that are really a part of history is surreal. . . . . And it is New York, so they have more of them than anybody else. . . ..
When we pried ourselves out of there, we went several blocks west to Central Park, and, waiting just for us was our carriage and driver. We had our wish, and spent a lovely half an hour clip clopping our way through a park that’s bigger than the country of Monaco. . . . Cool, and slightly romantic too. . .
Off the carriage and into the Apple Store. Yeah, I drug Maggie and Mary there. It’s underground, and you go through a huge cube, and down a spiral glass staircase to the biggest room of cool tech in the USA. Too cool. Nope, really, I didn’t buy a thing, though several things wanted to come home with us. Wandered around the city after that, finding photo ops, and Starbucks to visit. We left the city around four, and went back to Mary’s for a little while to rest up, wash the urban dust off, and go out to dinner in Hoboken @ a local mexican restaurant “East L.A.” on the main street. Good food, and always interesting to watch the locals. Toto, you aren’t in Illinois anymore. . . . It’s another lifestyle, and I’m not sure whether I would love it or hate it. But it is different. . . .
Called it a day after another stop @ a coffee shop, and rested up for our flight. Our time in Gotham City is about finished. . .
later. . .