This weekend we all went up to the Metropolitan Musuem of Art. Thanks to the wonders of technology, we split up and agreed to meet in forty minutes or so. I went off to the new photography gallery and Ben/Brian went off to the knights, weaponry and musical instruments.
My mom gives us a family membership to the Met every year. Ben has practically grown up in the Met and feels the same way about it that most NY kids feel toward the Museum of Natural History.
I've always thought of this museum as New York's wise, beautiful matron.
After lunch in the cafe, we took one last look at the medieval armor, Revolutionary War swords and ancient Japanese military head gear. After an obligatory purchase in the museum shop, we walked out into the warm sunshine of a NY winter afternoon.
Brian and I reminisced about our pre-Ben days of meeting at the Met after work on a Friday night and walking all the way home it the East Village (approx. 3000 miles - 4000 with heels on).
Brian said "Things changed in the City after 9/11. In more ways then we realized. It isn't the same place."
I'm still thinking that one over.
3 comments:
Amazing how the feel of the city is so different since 9/11.
And you have the coolest Mom.
a beautiful, and sad, picture of what was
I have to admit I am a bit envious. My parents never took me to an art gallery growing up. We did go to the Planetarium occasionally, though.
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