So standing the grand hall I realised my ridiculous miscalculation. Two floors covering nearly one thousand galleries, each containing countless treasures. Even though I had to be selective and probably saw less than half of what I expected, the sheer volume and scope of work was mind boggling. The experience was entirely pleasing despite the size of the place
. Galleries were organised to allow for rapid or slow progress, plenty of seats to rest weary legs and the audio guides were not only helpful in interpreting the paintings, they provided at times very suitable music for perusing. What I found to be most pleasing in my limited viewing were the faithful and meticulous reconstructions of Egyptian Tombs and Rococo style rooms of the French Renaissance. Needless to say, just as it would take weeks to fully appreciate the museum, it would take volumes to describe its jewels. So it stands that the Met is an absolute must for any visitor to this great city.
Exhausted but not defeated, I ended the day Off-Broadway with Avenue Q. This offbeat adult puppet show is a deserved Tony winner. Unashamedly rude it manages to skirt the fine boundary between well referenced and cliche. Best of all it provided a comfortable scene to rest my weary body.
I had heard about the size and expanse of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. So thinking myself smart I allocated a whole day in which to absorb its treasures. Little did I know that was barely going to be enough for two of its giant wings. The building itself started humbly, but evolved over time to be a neo-classical behemoth central park, occupying the equivalent of 3 or 4 city blocks. On my walk there, I had the absolute pleasure and surprise of catching some very late march snowfall. The park was blanketed in a crystal layer, giving it a shimmering light for picture perfection.