Tree at Rockefeller Square
Yesterday Kasia and I went into Manhattan to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It turns out that while Kasia had explored far more of Manhattan than I known, she hadn’t been to the Met, so it was a must visit opportunity.
Riding the train from Sea Cliff into the city with Kasia Friday morning allowed us to catch up on a number of her adventures in Manhattan. In fact, just the night before (Thursday night) my nineteen-year-old daughter was invited to a work-oriented christmas party at Times Square. Near midnight, she left the city for the hour and a half trip back via subway and buses to her current quarters in Franklin Square. Let’s see, traveling late at night by herself through New York . . . sometimes, it is better for a father NOT to know these type of stories.
Yesterday turned out to be a good day to vista the Met. At times we had whole rooms of art to ourselves. Kasia didn’t realize that I knew a thing or two about art, so I shared what I knew and admitted what I didn’t. We walked for what seemed like days, but that might have been because I have been walking for days. Eventually we both tuckered out, stopping for a quick smoothie before leaving.
I’m not sure what those two statuettes were doing behind us.
From the Met we walked to my great aunt’s place on the east side to deliver some cookies (special German lebkuchen from an old family recipe), before proceeding to Rockefeller Square so we could see the lights.
As we took photos, we noticed the sky was darkening and the temperature was falling. We felt that signaled it was time to head home. Besides, we didn’t want to be caught up in the evening’s protests.
It took us a couple of hours to return to Sea Cliff. By then we were starving. We pulled out the Yelp app on our iPhones and settled on a peruvian restaurant called Manka in Glen Cove. It proved to be a great choice. We enjoyed a Pervian feast of chicken leg, chicken heart, beef, pork chop, and port sausage, accompanied by fried casaba and plantain.
I know it doesn’t quite look like it in the photo, but she was enjoying the food!
On Saturday we are going to do a little shopping. We’ll have fun, but I doubt there will be anything interesting to report.
