Imagine There's An Image

Mom turned 75 last week, and for her birthday, I took her to New York City on Sunday. She had always wanted to see the Guggenheim Museum, so that's what we did first. The main exhibit was of art by Hilla Rebay, a talented woman who was involved in a very soap-opera way with Mr. Solomon Guggenheim, the founder of the museum. Mom and I found both the art and the soap opera very interesting.

After we had our fill of the Guggenheim (it's pretty small, as museums go,) I suggested we walk a few blocks south to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met, for those who have never been, is one of the top museums in the world; the breadth and depth of its holdings are amazing.

As luck would have it, the Met now has a special exhibition on Coco Chanel, which instantly appealed to Mom. Then Mom asked if there were impressionists, like Monet, in the museum. Well, it turns out there is almost a whole wing of 'em, so we spent almost an hour, with Mom happily viewing Monets, Manets, Cézannes, Pizzaros, Degas, and Rousseaus (Rousseaux?)

I never realized this before, but during the spring, summer, and fall, the Roof Garden of the museum is open. There's a bar and some interesting modern sculpture, but without a doubt, the biggest attraction here is the view of Central Park and the city beyond.


Looking South from Metropolitan Museum of Art Roof


After leaving the museum, we took a taxi to get lunch, then a subway to Lexington and 59th, for a short dash into Bloomingdales. From that point on, we walked for the rest of the afternoon, eventually coming to the pick-up point for our bus on 46th Street near Broadway.

Along the way, we walked down that great stretch of Fifth Avenue from 59th to Saint Patrick's. At one point, I turned to look back over my shoulder and saw this:


Trump Tower from 5th Avenue & 56th Street