There are many cities, but only one New York. The sheer density of culture and human activity is an experience that always recharges the intellectual batteries, and exhausts. We arrived on a foggy morning, checked into the Algonquin and headed towards MoMA. On the way, we passed by Rockefeller Plaza, St. Patrick's Cathedral and Radio City Music Hall. The Plaza is shown at left. I have bittersweet memories of a stay here just after 9/11.The obligatory photos of Central Park were, of course, irresistible. Thus we did not resist . . .
. . . but rather indulged.
But let's get back to MoMA. Where else in the word can you walk through a room of Jackson Pollocks . . .
past a magnificent Monet . . .
and then end up face to face with Picasso's genius? Truly amazing.
Onward, then, to Central Park West and the Museum of Natural History. What a great place to get lost in!
We capped off the evening by catching a preview performance of 9 to 5 on Broadway. Oddly, the Marquis Theater was in the same hotel at which we had presented a poster at for Psych Services two years prior. Here's Times Square, in front of the theater, at 10PM on a Tuesday.
As I mentioned above, we stayed at the historic Algonquin Hotel, where Dorothy Parker and James Thurber held court, and where, more recently, the two children in the adjacent suite played "hungry, hungry hippo" at odd hours. To escape the ridiculous for the sublime, we went downstairs to the Oak Room and listened to Daryl Sherman--formerly a regular at the Waldorf-- perform standards (and a few not-so-standards) in front of a very intimate room which seemed to consist entirely (except for us) of NY Jazz luminaries.
Lastly, for our Kiwi friends, we took a pic of Helen Clark's new digs at the U.N. on the cab ride back to LaGuardia.
But let's get back to MoMA. Where else in the word can you walk through a room of Jackson Pollocks . . .
past a magnificent Monet . . .
and then end up face to face with Picasso's genius? Truly amazing.
Onward, then, to Central Park West and the Museum of Natural History. What a great place to get lost in!
We capped off the evening by catching a preview performance of 9 to 5 on Broadway. Oddly, the Marquis Theater was in the same hotel at which we had presented a poster at for Psych Services two years prior. Here's Times Square, in front of the theater, at 10PM on a Tuesday.
As I mentioned above, we stayed at the historic Algonquin Hotel, where Dorothy Parker and James Thurber held court, and where, more recently, the two children in the adjacent suite played "hungry, hungry hippo" at odd hours. To escape the ridiculous for the sublime, we went downstairs to the Oak Room and listened to Daryl Sherman--formerly a regular at the Waldorf-- perform standards (and a few not-so-standards) in front of a very intimate room which seemed to consist entirely (except for us) of NY Jazz luminaries.
Lastly, for our Kiwi friends, we took a pic of Helen Clark's new digs at the U.N. on the cab ride back to LaGuardia.
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