Paul just about wet himself with excitement this morning. He’s dreamed of going to The Met for years. We got up later than we planned (familiar story, I know), but we still made it to The Met by about midday.
|Hot dog on the stairs at the Met. As ya do.|
I think my favourite work there was this piece by Dali:
We stayed until closing, which was about six hours. Phew.
The Met is right on the edge of Central Park, so we headed in there afterwards and walked right through.