Fulfilling our "Arts" quota for the year

Jared and I went on a "Poetry Walk" on Monday and then Museum Mile on Tuesday (although I didn't actually go into any museums except for the Met--to use their bathroom.)

We went last year too and got to meet Bill Murray. No such luck this year. But the weather was pleasant, the poetry nice, and the dinner was great.











To Brooklyn Bridge, by Hart Crane (an excerpt):

O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.

(some sort of art exhibit in Dumbo)

Then, the museums (or at least the streets in front of them):



Lulu got a piece of chalk and left her scribblings all over the street.



Cyra, on the left, slept through most of the night.





And this is what she drew:



We couldn't get her to keep walking so Jared led her away with the chalk:













These people made their own steel ball and rolled around in it.





What Rebecca called the "happy kid with the balloon sitting on dad's shoulder" picture.

Walking home at 10pm in our new wagon (thanks to the Baldwins for letting us have it).



We met a woman on the sidewalk on the way home who started to cry when she saw the kids facing each other in the wagon and giggling. She's Turkish and has lived in Harlem for over 40 years and raised two daughters here. She said that they just graduated from college and warned me that the time goes way too fast. We bonded on our walk home about Harlem and life and children and remembered how much we love the city and our neighborhood.