Friday, July 18, 2008
While waiting at bus stop on 42nd Street, I look up and see very modern looking tall buildings.
It is sweltering hot and bus takes forever to come.
I have a scheme to go on every bus in New York, because you see more than you do on the subway - and you get transfers.
Our local station is Penn, so I feel like a tourist at Grand Central.
It is a great deal more glamorous than Penn which is all dumpy and low- ceilinged.
So, like a tourist I take pictures.
The ceiling is celestial.
My cousin, a real tourist, arrives on the train.
I meet her by the information booth.
We go to the Frick Collection and marvel that every single painting is a miracle of its particular type.
Imagine if you could just swoop on Europe and buy every treasure you desired!
If you could sit looking at your garden with its decorative pebbled walk and across it to Central Park.
Or sit inside and look at your indoor fish pool.
If I were to recommend smallish museums I'd go for this one, The Morgan Library and the Neue Galerie.
The Metropolitan is heaven, but so many delights you end up with your head swimming and your feet falling off.
Such luxe cream paint where you buy the tickets. Such a lamp to glitter in the sun.
The outdoor pool in the side garden with exquisite lilies and lotuses.
What fun it would be to paddle in it.