5th June - The Met
Tired - we breakfast at the Tria diner again - it is crowded but pleasant - pancakes - coffee - $US50 - the speed of depletion of our stock of US dollars in New York continues to amaze me!
We smile - the pedestrians of Chinatown are clearly colorblind
We check out of the Hotel Mulberry - homely - pleasant - she appropriately claims three stars.
I suggest to Bernie that there is already a car waiting for us. She is not impressed!
We resort to the app and take yet another dollar depleting Uber to store our bags at a UPS store on Lexington Avenue.
As we head uptown we look out over the river and back across the island toward the large brick apartments that command the river.
We look out the car window at the bridge and road infrastructure - the unfunded maintenance costs enormous!
It is starting to get warm - the weatherman spruking his trade on the television at the diner claimed it was going to get to 90 today - he will be right! - as we trudge off towards the MET we take it slow and easy and walk on the shady side of the street.
We cross over Park Avenue - the residents here clearly in a different social and financial class to those of Little Italy and Chinatown - the maintenance expenditures by municipal authorities appear directly related to the social and financial class of the ratepayers. The streets wide - the pavements and garden beds neat and tidy - well maintained! - the apartments? - impressive!
We join the moderate and fast moving queue at the Met - again they deplete further our dwindling US cash reserves.
We enjoy two hours in the galleries housing Picasso - Monet - Van Gogh - stunning!
To Grand Central - a kind Uber driver who somehow missed a tip - of all the drivers he was the one that deserved one.
We struggle to find an entrance to the station at Grand Central - a doorman targets us as a couple who might be good for a tip - he opens doors - leads us to escalators - points out the direction for us - makes it clear he is waiting for a tip - all I have are twenties - he pockets one with a smile and rushes back to his door station.
We join our heavy backpacks and our super lightweight wallet on the train to Rowayton .
We arrive in Rowayton and nap - we arise to the normal chaos of modern life - I send Michelle a text - it reads as follows:
Hi Shell
Sitting here thinking of you
Amy is running around just like you! Taking kids to and from practice
Simon is just back from Chicago and is fixing the air conditioning before he goes out to pick up Parker.
Life is the same the world over!
Missing you
Mike
We consume Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc and wait and watch - content - happy - even the rescue Pit Bull Pinky looks relaxed.
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