At the Met, the permanent collections, the paintings that you just pass by on the way to the “exhibits,” are so compelling. It’s strange to think of people simply strolling by something like Henri Regnault’s giant image of Salome (1870) with eyes too full to notice it, but I’m sure it happens all the time. I like to go see her, though, she’s a stunner.
And outside, it was April in Paris, except NY. The weather was clement, the trees in blossom and the streets full of people in a reasonably good mood.
Here are two quick snaps, the first as I walked through Central Park, the second downtown.
The first is the most blossoming Redbud tree I’ve ever seen. Even the trunk is in bloom.
And second needs no explanation. Part of what makes it so much fun to walk around the city. But today, back home, and I’m ready!