We spent a windy afternoon at the Middelheim sculpture park, where Mr Pickle posed with many sculptures and N hugged a polar bear.
Today was divided into three parts.
Act I: breakfast scone and coffee on the edge of Prospect Park, shopping at H&M, exotic beverage break in Bryant Park after visiting the most beautiful market I’ve ever seen, photography exhibit at the New York Public Library (lions and all), Nat Sherman, five minutes in/by Times Square, shopping for SB, text message announcing the birth of Oliver Vance Cuerda – congrats to Stef and Sasha!
Act II: The Epic Journey to JFK: train #1 only runs during peak hours, so I hit a dead end. A kindly train-cleaning man gives me directions, gesturing to me through the window of the train as it pulls away. Train #2 gets me to the right place to change, but train #3 is going in the wrong direction. So is train #4. I am anxious on train #5 until I hear the driver clearly call out the destination a couple of times.
Act III: Luggage retrieved, back to Brooklyn, clean clothes then cheap tacos with Carrie and Adam O. Trains in the correct direction take us to MoMa, and I see Les Demoiselles d’Avignon and get goosebumps on my entire body. A long combination of trains and walking home, and now: showers (finally!), snacks, internet. We were going to meet Kat and Calgary for drinks, but instead I think we will probably fall asleep stat. Oh, and also we got to see the moon and Saturn through the telescope of someone named Joe.