What a wonderful weekend I had, and thanks to snow here at home, I don't have to work today and I'm probably off tomorrow as well.
We rented a studio apartment through AirBnB that was only one subway stop away from Meredith and Ryan; it was in a nice building but Steve was surprised how noisy radiator heat and the city is, so he had a hard time sleeping, but I loved it. This is the view of the street we were on:
Snow in the city at night is so mesmerizing to me.
Sunday, Meredith took us through Central Park in order to visit the Frick Museum, one of the places she works.
Strawberry Fields and the Imagine mosaic.
A view of The Dakota over the snowy fields.
If you look carefully, you can see a couple of ice hockey skaters.
The Frick doesn't allow any photography except in this atrium. Meredith said this is where their employee holiday party was held; I imagine it was even prettier, decorated for Christmas. We saw two Turners, a Renoir, and a Rembrandt, along with some gorgeous sculptures. A small but wonderful museum that Steve has been dying to visit. They are going to have a painting, Flaming June, there this summer that I am definitely going to return to see, as it is one of my favorites; I saw it many years ago in DC and fell in love with it. Meredith told me it doesn't travel very much, so I feel lucky to be able to see it a second time.
We got back home around six p.m. last night, after about two or three hours of snowfall, which made the roads slick but drive-able, although we saw quite a few fender-benders. Fortunately, we made it home with no problem, and both of us are home from work today, relaxing.
I only went outside once, and that was to knock the snow off the bird feeder and refill it.
Hope you are warm and dry, wherever you are.