So long as I am across the street from the Metropolitan, I may as well go in and see what’s new

I just have to say this: when I lived and worked across the street from the Museum (in the seventies), I would want to dash in for a moment on a fairly regular basis. It did not take me long then to figure out that you don’t *have* to ever pay the admission price. It is always only “recommended.” There were days when I would shamelessly go in for a nickel.

Today I upped that contribution considerably, to be more in line with the amount of time I intended to spend there. I was anxious to check out the special exhibit: “Wild: Fashion Untamed” (displaying fashion developments in the past fifty years). I can’t say that it was phenomenal, or even really worth the visit if you’re not otherwise Metropolitan-bound. Consider this photo (this was before the guard told me to hide the camera, in spite of signs saying “no” only to commercial and flash photography) and then run upstairs and indulge your senses in the wonderful art there. I can forgo the Egyptian mummies. It’s the European masters that dazzle.