On Sunday, Di and I were off to the Met.
The Metropolitan Museum or Art is HUGE.
What is it about huge museums and their craptastic maps? Like in Louvre, the map made for more confusion than direction. Still, we soldiered on!
Um, favorite bits...
We saw a visiting collection of paintings by Vermeer, with the Milkmaid as the headliner. I have, of course, seen reproductions of this painting, and I was struck by how poorly it reproduces. The colors, both the bold ones and the subtle ones, do not translate mediums. The blue of the Milkmaid's overskirt is mind blowingly intense. Really. And the sense of movement mixed with primitive nature of some of the brush strokes is just... oh.. you just have to see it in person. That's all there is to it.
In the (difficult to locate) Japanese collection, there were a set of fascinating 19th century prints of Japanese women and men wearing Western clothing. I was fascinated by the English styles done in Japanese motif and style.
For our first lunch (oh, yes.. first lunch.. we were eating hobbit style), we shared a tasty wrap on the roof and people watched. This stainless steel creation, "Maelstrom" created by Roxy Paine, was the art d'jour.
Then, it was time to go back below and see more art.
Madame X, the painting by John Singer Sargent, was supposed to be in the American Wing, but we could not find her. She has that aura apparently. Then, after what might have been 5 hours in the museum.. we left to find second lunch.
Di had a plan for this important meal. Oh, Le Pain Quotidien... if only I could have packed up one of your many eateries and transported them home... I ate a delicious raspberry tart, and Di had a ricotta, fig, and honey tartine. The menu was filled with pastries, open faced tartine sandwiches with lovely toppings, and hot drinks to soothe the soul. And, be still my little heart, the drinks are served in drinking bowls.
I had only two disappointments with my trip to Paris, one being that Big E wasn't with us, and the other being that I never had coffee in a bowl. I couldn't even find a drinking bowl to bring home from Paris. But, New York fixed this problem. I bought two drinking bowls from Le Pain Quotidien.
And then, the light was leaving us, and it was time to go back to Brooklyn. After some subway wrangling (our first choice of lines was closed), we found some dinner at a Vegan restaurant and headed home in time to watch Inspector Lewis on PBS with biscotti and carmel corn accompaniments.