New York visit part I

As some of you may know I was recently in New York City.

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Now, some people go to New York city to party. I am not one of those people.

My first stop in New York is always the Metropolitan museum of Art.

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And I love it here. It’s like home away from home.

But on this trip something weird happened. My usual sprint from the subway turned into a crawl. I actually had to take a short break on a bench along the Central Park wall.

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Ten minutes of wheezing  and massaging my legs and I was up again and on my way to the MET that met me with open arms and with a substantial charge on my credit card. Suggested donations, my  butt.

But it was worth it.

I had come back to my old friends.

First I stopped by at Mezzetin’s, because he gets peeved if I don’t say hello to him first.

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Then I hung out with the kids in Study of George Seurat.

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They are a nice bunch, but they aren’t quite as delightful as the bunch in the Art Institute of Chicago.  Needless to say I got over my fear of all things Monkey by now.

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I snacked on some early Cezanne. Delish.

On my way back, an Akan Ashanti people’s drum caught my wandering eye and I knew I had to play it! I didn’t have the chance to check it out properly before the guards started to yell at everyone to go home, so I decided to hide.

I got some help from Degas’ Little Dancer Ballerina. She and I go way back. It’s a long story.

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Last year I hid with Jackie Kennedy. She wouldn’t shut up though. It was Andy this and Andy that for hours. Never again.

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After it was safe to move around I found the Musical Instrument Gallery and decided to throw a little concert. For that I required accomplices, so I asked a few people.

First, I asked Repin’s Young Man- because he is always so sad and I thought he’d like a night of music before imminent suicide.

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Then I approached more of Degas ballerinas.

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Finally we got it together and jammed out!

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Yet, as we all know, good things, even imaginary ones, can’t last forever.

I call this “A very rude awakening.”

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The grumbling of my shrinking stomach had finally woken me up.

Stay tuned for part 2 of the trip when I realize just how hungry I really am.

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