It was raining and warm when we left Pittsburgh yesterday; New York was raining and cold: 63 degrees. It actually felt good after all the heat and humidity. Today the air was washed clean, the sky an intense blue with no clouds and it’s still relatively cool. I walked over to the Metropolitan early this morning. It was amazingly uncrowded. Usually there are so many people on the stairs it’s hard to get in.

The first thing I did was go up to the roof garden, which was still cool and peaceful. The air was so clear you could see details on the buildings on Central Park West. I took a number of pictures but I won’t be able to post them until I get home, since I didn’t take the necessary cabling and I don’t want to put too much stuff on Renee’s computer.

There was an exhibit of Frank Stella sculpture, heavy kind of aggravating stuff more suited to a blustery fall day. I walked through the new Greek and Roman galleries. They are beautiful, but, much as I hate to admit it, I’m really not interested in Greek and Roman art. I think it’s not so much a matter of interest as of stamina. My legs won’t hold out for more than a few hours at a museum so I feel I must make choices about what I will see. African art is located next to the Greek and Roman and I find that more interesting. Actually, there is so much African art it could be a museum all by itself. Also looked at a charming, small exhibit called One of a Kind: The Studio Craft Movement. That one could have been twice as large and I would have been twice as happy.

My legs finally told me they weren’t going much further so I walked over to the bus stop. I don’t know how many times I’ve been at that stop and never noticed the amazing aluminum art deco trim on the building across the street. That’s the wonderful part about New York: it is so rich there is always something new or something you hadn’t noticed before. (picture to come)