Metropolitan Museum

This was one of my favorite NYC trips; if only our feet wouldn't have hurt so much from all of the walking around. Last time I wore tennis shoes, but this time since I was wearing a dress I didn't want to look silly. Looking back, being silly would have been better than being in pain. I'll remember that! There's Keilani, the birthday girl! This is me in the Egyptian temple area, Keilani's favorite part. They transported an entire Eygptian temple in there that was on the verge of destruction from a river. That's not the temple, just some cool rocks with heiroglyphics.




So, I think I enjoyed myself more than Keilani. She will have to go back sometime after she's studied all the famous artists that were there, as she seemed completely unimpressed when I would say, Keilani, look a Monet, Degas, Gauguin, Van Gogh......I had never been to such an impressive museum, and couldn't believe that these were the original works, not just the copies we see in print everywhere. The actual brushstrokes by Van Gogh in this Sunflowers painting struck me the most. I wanted to reach out and touch and feel the texture you could see on the painting, but of course I didn't.


Of course I had to take a picture of Picasso's Girl Reading at a table:


One I've always loved by Pierre-Auguste Cot called the Storm :


The Degas sculptures were amazing:. Did you know this is the only one that was displayed during his lifetime, the rest were found in his studio after his death?


Loved the modern art like Rothko and other fun stuff there:



The one time I saw something and thought, hey, I could do that! Snow Flowers by Matisse:


Every Tahitian loves Gauguin, right?


The Papa New Guinea masks in the Oceania exhibit were some of my favorites: They just make you smile!




One of my favorites by an artist named Joan Miro. Just love the quote! Going to have to incorporate that somewhere in my house.


And only I could find a rummage sale in NYC, so not worth the 15 minute wait to get in, it was worse than DI!


But we did hit Chinatown just as the shops were opening up. Had to try the pork sticky buns (Polynesians call them manapua, Filipinos siapao) and of course Chinese donuts. We stumbled upon Columbus Park where the Chinese were outside all over the park doing their morning tai chi exercises. I love how the restrooms are called Comfort Stations. Reminds me of the Philippines.




I'll have to go back to the Museum next time I'm there, because there's so much more, but we just got so tired of walking we couldn't do anymore, lol!