I spent this past week in New York. It was my very first visit so I played the willing tourist like no man's biz. Actually, looking back, I don't know if I was that touristastic but it certainly did seem so at the time. I stayed at the Sofitel in midtown which basically forced me to walk mostly everywhere in the freezing wind and snow. I was often harangued about my accent but I smiled sweetly and joined in with all the cheerful talk of the local folk. I did all the shops but spent most of my money on food. McDonalds was gross and KFC was dry; what else could I do but order room service every day?
Central Park was absolutely beautiful and I managed to spend about two hours taking pictures.
The Guggenheim had two human exhibitions. In the main space there was a slow motion show with a male & female being quite loved up. I'm sure I am not giving it enough justice but that's the best I could make out.
When I was walking up to the exhibitions a boy shook my hand and boldly asked me what was meant by progress. So we had a little talk up the ramps and then a teenage girl took over and the boy left. A man came next and we talked about books and the girl left. Finally an older woman started a conversation about the similarities between New York and London. I noticed that the man ran behind a wall. It was very pleasant and helped me to past the time from the bottom of the building to the top.
I enjoyed the Met a lot more because I am into the strange little doodahs. I realise that I never actually read the descriptions of the artifacts.
