the museum next door

So I meant to go to the Museum of Modern Art today, and I even made a point to leave my hotel early, but then I saw the crowds literally spilling out onto the street (which in NY doesn't strike me as a good idea). Then I noticed a folk art museum next door, and there was no line outside of it, so in I went, and in less than a minute, I had a ticket and was wandering in the first gallery without having to wait in line or elbow through crowds. There were five floors to see - sculptures, quilts, paintings, needlework, stuff you might see in someone's house really. I wish Diana had been there to see the quilts. She probably could have told me more about them than what I was able to get from the little plaques next to each one. There were a few more "modern" pieces - like the baby blanket made out of condom containers - but most everything was in the traditional folk art vein.

And I wish someone would give me a medal for walking around NY by myself. I still can't decide if that was stupid or brave.