the met like an old friend

one of my favorite pieces in the Met is in the Greek Wing, carved alabaster eyeballs with bronze eyelashes

second favorite, an ancient Boddhisatva from China

I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art the other evening with some pals to see the new Oceanic Art wing. Inside we wandered around, loving the Asmat shields, Incan feather-works, the little Indian Haveli in the South Asian wing and the delicate features of the old Chinese sculptures. I love to visit these parts, where the museum has created serene and thoughtful homes for the magical pieces they've brought to live there.
It's usually so quiet, away from the larger crowds of the blockbuster shows.
I've sort of grown up with these rooms, in different incarnations. For me it's like visiting an old friend's house, the one whose door is always open and is there for you whenever you need them.

Later we came up to the roof for a cocktail, NYC crowded, but so much glorious energy and one of the few places in the city where you can see an expanse of sky! We walked in and out of the Jeff Koon's sculptures--they created a special cocktail to celebrate his sculptures up there, a pretty sounding drink of elderberry and prosecco. We found a spot to people-watch, ate the heavenly little candies a friend brought back from Rome and saw the sun set over Central Park, a New York City summer night with friends.