I’ve been a little busy, and all of a sudden months have passed and I haven’t checked in here.
I was switching subways yesterday, from the F to the R, and found this gem: take a look, the tiles in the letters are hand-cut. I love finding treasures in this city.
The R brought me to Whitehall Station, where the ferries for Staten and Governors’ Island depart. I was on my way to the National Museum of the American Indian–New York, which sits in the Alexander Hamilton U.S. Custom House. Exceptional exhibits–I hear the one in DC is more comprehensive–but the building itself was more spectacular, filled with carved marble decoration and bright painted murals. More curiously, the display rooms are arranged in an oval, with a bright, airy rotunda in the middle.
An exceptional day with an old friend. (Had it been warmer, we’d have taken a trip on one of the ferries. But, brrr, winter, we hunkered down at a coffee shop instead.)