Abstracty Things and Some Food

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.......

 

The building almost always impresses me more than anything else.

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.