Our last day in the Big Apple. Wife wanted to go see what the Good Morning America Friday concert series in Bryant Park was like, so we hiked over there, about a dozen blocks, in time to catch a bit of the concert:
The group performing that day was the Pussycat Dolls. Count me underwhelmed – they reminded me of a bad middle school dance team, with apparently one girl who could sing. But I won’t leave you without a picture.
Somehow I doubt my Sandisk Sansa will be seeing any of their songs. From there, we walked south towards our final Citypass objective, the Empire State Building. On the way, we passed this building, which sadly I didn’t have time to enter:
Then we arrived at the Empire State Building:
Since it was still early morning, the line was short, and once again Citypass let us skip the ticket lines. So we were up at the 86th floor observation deck pretty quickly – the evening before when we stopped by, the wait was over an hour. First picture is looking down over the side:
Then, in order, south, southwest, west, north, northeast, and east:
After the Empire State Building, we went to the Museum Of Modern Art. More Jackson Pollock, more of me not getting Jackson Pollock. I talked to an artist friend about this, she told me about layers and perspectives and breaking the mold. I still don’t get Jackson Pollock. But I’m not hopeless. I liked Robert Rauschenberg. I liked Giorgio de Chirico. Carlo Carra’s Funeral Of The Anarchist Galli appealed to me – the bold colors and chaotic strokes. But the painting that struck me most was Alberto Giacometti’s The Artists Mother. The harsh, straight edges of everything in the room contrasted so severely with the image of the woman seated in the chair, and the colors, almost bleak, reds and black. Other than the Van Goghs, my favorite painting of either museum.
And that’s how my New York trip ended. Back on the train to New Jersey, back to our car, then driving to DC for a short visit with our older daughter. 12 days, 3,000 miles, a great road trip. What did I learn? New York is a pretty cool place. The people there were friendly, helpful (for the most part), meals could be had for less than I expected. You can walk yourself to death in Manhattan. But I can’t imagine a better place to walk.