In the early morning - 8 a.m. or so - the rain was so light you didn't really need an umbrella.
By 11:30, the rain was falling hard enough that the High Line was almost deserted - in comparison to the day before at least.
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| Wet day, wet sculpture, no people (except me). |
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| Dry day, dry sculpture (look! it's different!) and a veritable mob.
We went to the Whitney to check out its new building and its Biennial celebration.
It's a great museum, one that left me with the strong sense that all American art is folk art. You can disagree with me if you like. Just leave a comment below. But look at this first.
After an hour and a half in the Whitney and an hour of walking in the increasingly heavy rain, we stopped at the Skylight Diner at 34th and 9th for some salty, heavy American food for lunch.
 
Bruce had the meatball sandwich with fries; I had the salmon burger with coleslaw.
The plan was we would take shelter and eat and then it would stop raining. But the rain continued (and, as I write this in our hotel room, continues) to fall.
We wandered around a bit after lunch along 6th Ave but the weather got oppressive. Our feet were wet as could be. When they started letting the kids out of school at 3 o'clock, we were swept up in the collective yearning for home, dry feet and no water falling on our heads.
So we're back in our room with its impressive collection of snack food and beverages.
On top of the mini bar:
   
And on the desk.
Thanks for reading!
Karen
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