I always like to pop into the Rubin Museum of Art when I need a dose of serenity, when I want to escape the rushing around of Chelsea, when I’m tired of the Container Store and Old Navy. I walk into the RMA lobby and listen to the Tibetan music in the background, then browse in the gift shop for books on Buddhism or chunky crystal and metal jewelry. Or have a cup of chai at the uncrowded café. (The museum’s exhibits are always fantastic as well, but not free, so you’d want to devote more than a sliver of your afternoon to visiting.)
That corner evokes the old Barney's. I wonder how many of your intersection posts have ghosts.
ReplyDeleteThe old Barney's: that was long ago. I'm sure every intersection has a ghost: just different ones for different people.
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