The morning after our arrival into the Big Apple, Sweetman’s shopping spree, the dinner with God/Goddess, and a romp around in the wonderful bed, I decided my day would be spent walking through Central Park. My plan was to eventually end up at the Metropolitan Museum.
Before I departed the safety of the Intercontinental Barclay, I stopped by the concierge’s desk.
“How do I get from here to Central Park? And from there, how do I get to the Metropolitan Museum?” I asked.
“When you go out of the building, take a left onto Lexington. Follow to Sixth Avenue. Take a right. Follow to Fifty-sixth. You should see the park from there.”
Well, something like that. I wrote: L, R, L. Easy-peasy. Right? Well, it was until I got inside the park.
“Follow the runners,” He said.
I did.
Great! Where the hell am I?
I stopped and asked runner number one. “Am I going the right way to the Metropolitan Museum?
“Yes,” she said, pointing East. “Find Eighty-Second. Keep following the trail.”
I did, but my intuition told me differently. Ignoring it, I continued on my path toward Eighty-Second East.
My stomach gnawed at me, again so I asked runner number two. “Is this the way to the Metropolitan Museum.”
“Yes,” he said, giving no further instructions.
Still, my intuition told me something different, but I followed the same trek anyway. Why would a New Yorker tell me to go the wrong way. They do know where the Metropolitan Museum is? Right? They live here, after all.
During my lost adventure in the park, I took these awesome pics.
Getting lost wasn’t such a bad deal. Central Park might be brown and the grass may crunch beneath your feet, but it’s beautiful in a nostalgic way.
In case you want to know, the Metropolitan is on Fifth Ave, not Eighty-Second.
I’ll be back tomorrow with what I found at the Metropolitan.
Have great day blogging, reading, and writing!
Shelly
P.S. Remember to save a library!
Oh this brings back memories of when we were going to the museum and got lost in the park! I love it!
ReplyDeleteIt was definitely funny. Good thing, Sweetman didn't come along. He'd spoil it for sure.
ReplyDeletewow!sometimes getting lost can be a good thing. :) look at all those great pictures you took!
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I used to go horseback riding in Central Park. It's a beautiful place.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first went to the US years ago, I got totally confused with the 2nd st, 3rd street etc. None of that in the UK - a street is just that street :o)
ReplyDeleteShelly, it might have been funny to have Sweetman there and to know what he would have said or did...I can just imagine.
ReplyDelete@Nutshell: Pictures are always great.
ReplyDelete@Norma: Yes it is. Beautiful.
@DU: Know what you mean.
@Beth: I was thinking about that. He would have went into Yiddish spasms.
Hi Shelly, the only ones that do not get lost in New York are the taxi drivers. Looking forward to visiting the Met. Put on your jogging shoes, because...TAG YOUR IT!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was briefly in New York, I didn't get to go the Central Park. I think this means I have to go back someday.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a wonderful place to be lost.
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@Siv: Tag I'm it....
ReplyDelete@Docstout: You should go...really it's a wonderful place.
@Charmaine: Yes, it is.
Lovely pictures!
ReplyDelete@Sir Wills: Thank you.
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