The Met

Today we head out for the Met. Again it's gorgeous. And the met is enormous. Huge. And would be daunting except there are tours every hour by art major ladies-who-lunch. We have surprise dips into American painting before 1900 (Washington crossing the Delaware, memorable); Birds in the Art of Japan, and a deer covered with perspex baubles; and the Art of Greece and Rome. Always astonished how I managed to study classics for 13 years without gaining any sense of time lines. But there is a harp player on a chair from 4500BC, an Etruscan chariot pieced together, and a life sized bronze boxer, bleeding after a fight, made in about 200BC and still looking today as though he's about to get up.

And then we're back in the park, brains overloaded.

Ul is moving in to our Berlin apartment. Ours for 3 months. A temporary home only, but somewhere we can unpack for a bit.