Today we started with heading further up Manhattan to go to the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum (aka, The Guggenheim; aka, The Goog). We survived our first ride on the subway here (we managed a week in London riding the Tube, so how hard could it be?), but I can definitely say that it would not be something I would love to do as a daily lifestyle.
This is an untitled piece of art from 1962-65 by Ruth Asawa.
Interesting fact: she spent her childhood in the Japanese internment camps here in the U.S.
The Prophecy is a painting by Paul Jenkins, done in 1956.
Interesting fact: he discovered the painting style called Tachisme after he moved to Paris in 1953, which is the style that this painting is done in.
It isn’t often that I see a piece of art in a museum that I would gladly display in my house. I would love to have this in my house. Maybe I just need to hire our 4-year-old nephew Charlie and give him some paint and a ladder.
Next up, Adam and I headed for our touristy activity of taking a boat out into the bay to get a view of some of the historical landmarks in the area. We found a boat called the Clipper City. We chose this boat earlier because of its history. While this particular ship was built in the 1980’s from the original plans, now held at the Smithsonian, the original Clipper City was built as a cargo ship in 1854 in Manitowoc, WI. The cross-sections of the original ship can actually be found at the Wisconsin Maritime Museum!
Well, at some point during the day today, we were called and told that our scheduled time was canceled, and we were offered an earlier time slot. We didn’t realize until it was a bit too late to cancel and re-schedule for another day that we were going to be riding the Shearwater instead. She just turned 80 this year! Nonetheless, the sail was still very fun, though a bit cold for my liking (but is anyone really surprised by this last part…)!
After the ride was done, we headed for a late lunch/early dinner. I was cold, and we were both somewhat hangry, so we opted for something close by instead of trying to get something closer to the hotel on our way back.
Right in Battery Park by the slips is Le District. Basically, it was like a fancy French food court, with breads, wines, desserts, and fancy meals. The way this ‘food court’ was set up, it was kind of hard to tell where one counter/’shop’ ended and where the next one started.
After we spent a solid 20 to 30 minutes wandering this place, we both finally settled on our meals. After we ate, we headed over to the Patisserie (another one of those French words that we [I] like) to pick out some fancy schmancy desserts for later. I opted for a Black & White, and Adam settled on a Flourless Chocolate Cake. Normally, we’d be telling you how awful or delicious they were… However, I managed to convince Adam that we could eat our purchased desserts later, and instead eat a fresh crepe from the neighboring Creperie for dessert right now. After some convincing, he agreed to share one with me (raspberry jam and chocolate sauce). Yes, it was gooey and delicious. Yes, I’d happily open a Creperie in my basement if I didn’t have to be the one to make them.
After we struggled to navigate the bus system back to the hotel, we settled in for a while. Turns out that being in the cold wind for a couple of hours can knock the energy out of you.
Last minute add-on before hitting “publish…”
The desserts were delicious. We decided to eat them anyways…with our single-serve wine bottles, of course.
Charlie says “Sure, I could make that”
Don’t forget the street food!
Charlie would have fun trying!