Continued from NYC Day 3.
Today, we leave NYC, but not until late afternoon at 5:30pm, so we’ve still got time to sight see. Normal checkout at our hotel is a pretty generous 12 noon, but what’s even better is that I was able to request a 2pm late checkout free of charge. This will be perfect, since 2ish is when we plan on leaving town to head to airport.
We slept in until 9am this morning!!! It’s probably been over an year since I’ve slept in until 9am. It felt amazing. However, it also meant that we had to get up and get going since we decided last night that we’ll try to fit in MoMA this morning. MoMA opens at 10:30am, so we’ll try to get there around then to beat some of the crowd.
The temperature dropped some more from yesterday. It’s now in the low 60s, so perfect for a light jacket.
What is normally a very busy 6th Ave filled with cars is now filled with nothing but bikes this morning. Some sort of organized ride, there are literally hundreds, if not thousands of riders. It’s so calm and quiet compared to vehicle traffic noises.
Would suck to fall on hard concrete.
Breakfast spot. We’ve walked by it several times and it’s been recommended by my sister.
This is the most relaxed we’ve felt all trip. Finally got into our traveling groove, but it’s also the day we are leaving, go figure.
Sitting in Bryant Park in front of the public library on a Sunday morning with perfect weather.
RL probably won’t like that I put this photo up, but for some reason I feel like it captures the moment of feeling relaxed…don’t ask why I feel like this photo conveys that feeling.
MoMa is almost directly North of where we are. 12 short blocks will get us there. This shall be an enjoyable stroll.
I was so proud when RL knew that these were the anchors for the tensioned steel cables.
Mosaic in front of NBC Studios.
Walked right by Radio City Music Hall.
Tall skinny residence building. I wonder if it sways badly on a windy day?
It’s got to be a major pain building in NYC.
I had to google Siamese Connection. It’s a fire hose splitter.
Right across from MoMA. RL and I both love the town home with the 3 arch topped windows.
Let’s do this.
We had planned ahead and bought online tickets this morning for MoMA. We strolled right in and were admitted via our confirmation email. Nice, no lines for us…even though the lines weren’t long yet.
Is that an exhibit?
Painted. RL feels like she’s seen this one at another museum in the past.
Pins, millions of them.
I thought this was cool.
RL had read about this exhibit in The New Yorker right before we came to NYC, cool.
Then, there was this exhibit on photography as art. I always feel like photograph art is a hit or miss.
I don’t understand how this is art. This is like my family while I was a child? I’ve got literally hundreds of photos just like this one…
Then hundreds of photos of birthing. My main question was how the artist was able to collect all these photos.
I actually was intrigued by this photo since it’s got such a great element of mystery.
How is this photo deserving to be in MoMA? I’ve got random photos just like this one, I’ve got tens of thousands of photos just like this one. Can I have my photos be exhibited in MoMA?
I feel like this photo is MoMA worthy.
Another MoMA worthy photo.
Such awesome town homes. Oh, if I had a billion dollars…
MoMA worthy art with my MoMA worthy photograph.
The most famous photo in MoMA. This photo is deceiving, because there was actually a giant crowd surrounding this painting. I had to take a quick snap of this photo and beat a hasty retreat from the crowd.
My personal favorite art work here.
Marcel Duchamp. RL thought it was cool.
RL likes this one.
Christina’s World. For such a famous painting, there were hardly any people around it. Why it’s more famous than literally thousands of paintings of the same caliber? Who the fuck knows…Oh wait, I just googled this. Apparently the painting was originally bought by Alfred Barr, the founding director of MoMA. He promoted this painting at MoMA, and therefore it gained popularity over the years.
Dali. Usually it’s the Persistence of Memory(the melting clocks) by Dali here, but it’s out on loan. We didn’t know they had a Dali here until we saw a copy of it at the gift shop. Then we realized that we had missed the Dali, so we walked through the gallery again to find it.
To be continued at NYC Day 4 Part 2/Home, Sweet Home.