We spent the whole afternoon at the Guggenheim. The building is as amazing as the current exhibition of Picasso, Black and White. Winding up and down the spiraling hallways we learned about Picasso's developing interest in cubism as well as his changing interest in women. Incredible to stand so close to so many masterpieces in such a short time. Our feet were beginning to scream by the time we were done but we kept at it until we felt we had absorbed all we could.
Not willing to lose an evening, we headed to Harlem to try out Sylvia's. Opened in 1962, the restaurant is known for its soul food. It has had many famous patrons, including Nelson Mandela, Bill Clinton and, last week, Barak Obama! It was 8:30 by the time we arrived and so in keeping with the practice of late eaters (normally meaning all-nighters, of course) I ordered the Harlem-style fried chicken and waffles (is it night or morning?), a surprisingly good combination. Kind of main course, followed by dessert!
Since it is the weekend, there is no late train right to our New Jersey Station so we took subway, then shorter train ride followed by a long bus ride. We had an hour long wait for the bus in a station in Newark - later told that was something locals wouldn't have done. We probably looked so old. so tired, so bedraggled, no one could be bothered with us. We didn't feel worried except that our bus took such a long time to arrive and we just hoped we had read the schedule right. After the long ride and a walk through the dark neighbourhood, we crept quietly in only to be met by our niece taking on the role of a mother worrying about her overdue children. After a brief and probably disjointed account of another great day, we dragged ourselves into bed.
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