I write this on my last afternoon in New York from the first class lounge (such as it is) in Penn Station, ready to return home after lots of stimulation. Contemplating what I might do between breakfast and train time, my brain basically dribbled out my ears. I couldn’t think of a thing. It’s time to go home.
But there were a lot of firsts on this trip:
First visit to the J.P. Morgan Library.
First visit to the High Line.
First visit to the Whitney Museum.
First visit to the Fashion Institute of Technology.
First visit to the Sherry-Netherland Hotel.
First dinner party on the Upper West Side.
First time I thought I’d lost my wallet while traveling in a New York taxi (or was it?)
And I got to enjoy some return visits: to the Met (of course) . . .
. . . the Modulightor Building, HQ of the Paul Rudolph Heritage Foundation; and the Strand Bookstore (of course!).
Best of all I got to see Drew from Interlochen (at the Met) . . .
Julien, a Flickr friend for at least ten years (at the Modulightor Building) . . .
. . . Anthony from Interlochen (over lunch at Obicá) . . .
. . . and Jonathan from the Gibson House, at a very elegant dinner party at his home.
Two factors sparked together to make me take this trip: a good room rate from ye Myrriotte and the Warhol retrospective at the Whitney. I’m hardly a Warhol disciple, but this felt like the right thing to see . . . AND IT IS.
Wish I’d been able to do everything (I missed out on the Neue Galerie, El Museo del Barrio, and a couple other things), but all in all, it’s been a good trip.