Oh, the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It may not be as hip or modern or cool as the “new” MoMA or the New Museum or even the Whitney, but it’s so glorious and I haven’t been there in years. Also, I’d been carrying around a free family pass in my bag for literally years and today was the day I decided we must use the pass before it became even more tattered.
The Met is one of those NYC places that is seeped in nostalgia. I had an art history class that met every Thursday at the museum during my freshman year at Cooper and so, I’ve spent many countless hours at the Met listening to lectures and sketching in my book with my classmates. Perhaps this is the reason why I often overlook the Met when we’re feeling like visiting a museum, but I was reminded today how glorious it really is.
We came for a specific exhibit (photos to come tomorrow) but we took a quick tour of some of the galleries, including the European sculpture garden.
“I went into this room and there were butts only”, Claudine later recalled at bedtime.
I guess that is what she took away from the visit because the girls engaged in a half hour of butt jokes as they giggled and pointed and remarked that while some of the sculptures were missing heads, arms or feet, they all had their butts.
Since the attention span of kids seem to be no more than 90 minutes for museum visits, it was just a whirlwind tour and we left to go to the Ancient Playground right next door before I could reminisce with my 18 year old self about that art history class, walking the galleries every week for a year, and a certain memory at The Temple of Dendur (the Egyptian temple above ) that I will always hold dear.