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New York - Day Four.
Jan. 16th, 2007 11:53 amGoing to sleep on two-thirds of a bottle of Beaujolais meant that I slept better than I had previously, but I still woke up stiff the following morning. As a result, I was eager to get up and get moving around to wake my bones and stretch my muscles out. Check out time was 11am, and we left the hotel at around 10:20am - after having washed, dressed, packed, and scanned the room in a final valuables check.
My flight out of JFK was not until 8:30pm, and Mom and I wanted to spend every available moment together, so we stowed our bags in the lobby and caught a taxi down to the MoMA. Modern art museums often feature works that draw an eye-roll from me, but I was delighted to view the wonderfully staged exhibition Manet and the Execution of Emperor Maximilian as well as some related works by Gerhard Richter. There were also a number of fine Fernard Leger's on view, as well as works by Carrie Mae Weems and Yayoi Kusama. I left the museum with a sense of satisfaction and before I had to see any pieces by Donald Judd (always a plus), although I was subjected to a Carl Andre (can't win them all).
Wandering the museum had worked up our appetite and we ducked into a little nearby Irish pub where we had absolutely delectable homemade tomato soup and simple, but filling, sandwichs from scratch.
Our next stop was the Onassis Cultural Center, which was hard to find because it was listed as being on Fifth Avenue between 51st and 52nd, and it was really on 51st (although the address was a Fifth Avenue address... strange). We went into the Rockefeller Center to ask directions, but they didn't know where the Onassis Center was, which struck me as bizarre. I suppose two suns hold not their sway in the same sky, or something. At the Onassis Center we saw the Athens-Sparta exhibit that I blogged about earlier here, and it was fairly interesting. It was a well-designed exhibition that featured some fascinating information about the early Greeks, and it was the only place we went that didn't cost a mint, so that was alright. All in all, not too much to write home about, although I wouldn't go by my opinion honestly - I like Greek art, but I don't like it that much, and I couldn't help feeling a tinge of exhaustion towards the end of the exhibit. I suppose that's why I don't study Greek art.
With our museum questing over, we took a cab back into our neck of the woods and got coffee and hot chocolate, relaxed in a nice, warm cafe, and chatted over the events of the weekend. Then we got the car out of the parking garage, picked up our bags from storage, and began the long, traffic-filled jaunt out to JFK airport. Mom dropped me there early, which is better than late any day, and I sat and sat in the terminal, as my flight was delayed due to weather. (The perils of flying during the winter.) I finally got home around 1:30am, and J. was a gentleman and picked me up, late as it was, took me home, and slept on the couch without a word of reproach.
And my great adventure had ended.
My flight out of JFK was not until 8:30pm, and Mom and I wanted to spend every available moment together, so we stowed our bags in the lobby and caught a taxi down to the MoMA. Modern art museums often feature works that draw an eye-roll from me, but I was delighted to view the wonderfully staged exhibition Manet and the Execution of Emperor Maximilian as well as some related works by Gerhard Richter. There were also a number of fine Fernard Leger's on view, as well as works by Carrie Mae Weems and Yayoi Kusama. I left the museum with a sense of satisfaction and before I had to see any pieces by Donald Judd (always a plus), although I was subjected to a Carl Andre (can't win them all).
Wandering the museum had worked up our appetite and we ducked into a little nearby Irish pub where we had absolutely delectable homemade tomato soup and simple, but filling, sandwichs from scratch.
Our next stop was the Onassis Cultural Center, which was hard to find because it was listed as being on Fifth Avenue between 51st and 52nd, and it was really on 51st (although the address was a Fifth Avenue address... strange). We went into the Rockefeller Center to ask directions, but they didn't know where the Onassis Center was, which struck me as bizarre. I suppose two suns hold not their sway in the same sky, or something. At the Onassis Center we saw the Athens-Sparta exhibit that I blogged about earlier here, and it was fairly interesting. It was a well-designed exhibition that featured some fascinating information about the early Greeks, and it was the only place we went that didn't cost a mint, so that was alright. All in all, not too much to write home about, although I wouldn't go by my opinion honestly - I like Greek art, but I don't like it that much, and I couldn't help feeling a tinge of exhaustion towards the end of the exhibit. I suppose that's why I don't study Greek art.
With our museum questing over, we took a cab back into our neck of the woods and got coffee and hot chocolate, relaxed in a nice, warm cafe, and chatted over the events of the weekend. Then we got the car out of the parking garage, picked up our bags from storage, and began the long, traffic-filled jaunt out to JFK airport. Mom dropped me there early, which is better than late any day, and I sat and sat in the terminal, as my flight was delayed due to weather. (The perils of flying during the winter.) I finally got home around 1:30am, and J. was a gentleman and picked me up, late as it was, took me home, and slept on the couch without a word of reproach.
And my great adventure had ended.
