Heading uptown to MoMa, a rather patriotic train.
More red and stripes on the escalator at 54th Street. We are
lucky Claudia works for a museum and we can bypass
the horrible long lines with a gazillion, poor, patient people
waiting to get in. I feel a bit guilty but even so.......
Such angles and vistas. We go to the Ensor show which is quirky
and batty and made me think of the work of David Shrigley which
I love in its utter insanity. Ensor lived in his parents' attic for
many, many years...........hm..............
Anyway, any good museum visit brings on a desire for snacks,
so we went to one of their cafes high up overlooking the garden
where the croissant was perfect: crispy outside and light inside.