After a train ride through mostly urban decay we arrived in New York City, which was decked out for the 4th July. I had gone crazy and booked us for one night in the Ritz Carlton. Our view from the ninth floor was amazing. We had access to the club room which served round-the-clock Hors d’oeuvres. John refused to understand my logic that this made the hotel a great deal that practically paid for itself.
At these prices John was hard-pressed to get me to leave the hotel for even a minute.
Of course, since it was in the neighborhood, we had to visit St. Patrick’s, which had just undergone a very thorough cleaning and gleamed white inside and out.
At the end of Rockefeller Center we found this object of art. It's a full size swimming pool set on its end. I thought it was rather silly untilI John told me the name of the piece, “Van Gogh’s Ear”, and then I thought it was profound.
We got into MOMA for the last forty-five minutes before closing for half price. We saw this Seurat of Honfleur where we had once rented a house with our friend Vicki.
