On special exhibition this year was a selection of intimate portraits by the romantic painter John Singer Sargent, including the scandalous Madame X painting.
Sargent was a society portrait painter, and the collection featured both patrons and showbiz friends.
Like many artists, he was inspired and seduced by Venice and the languid gondolas of the Grand Canal.
As I mentioned last time, the "American Cafe" serves disgusting fare and on this occasion couldn't serve any sandwich other than peanut butter and jelly. Appalling, so I went instead to the Petrie Court Cafe and enjoyed a lobster roll and a cab sav in more salubrious surroundings.
The following day we went uptown to The Cloisters, a medieval castle purpose-built to house masonry and artifacts rescued or stolen from Europe from the 16th century and thereafter. A doorway is marked as having being retrieved from a church in Italy, or a monastery in Holland.
|Fort Tryon park next to the Hudson River|
|The road to the Cloisters|
|The rosy-cheeked Jesus statue has a rosy bottom, as if just spanked|
|An interesting Baltic Amber sigil|
|A lectern to impress|
|A herb garden in the central courtyard|
|A series of pitchers|
We take the M4 bus back to Manhattan, a cheap tour of Washington Heights and Harlem ending up at Penn Station,
A quick trip to Chelsea Markets for a Japanese-Mexican bento box for Lynda and a Vietnamese Pulled Pork roll for me, and home for an early night.