Monday midday we take the subway to MOMA with Arlene…

…to meet the Bed Stuy crew soon after and progress upstairs to lunch and grandmotherly appreciation [Arlene having four of the little creatures].

After which, same floor, Walid Raad; very dense, intense…Beirut.

and, another floor up, the protean Picasso…

Peacetime, wartime; works from times sporadic, various…he drops in on himself, cuts back out for years of painting…drops in again…

We exit satiated, con bambino;

And take that long subway ride from MOMA to Bklyn to find it, surprisingly, still daytime;

One and all go out for an early and most enjoyable dinner at local favorite Seraghina [not shown], then L. and I take the “A” to West Fourth Street [positively]…

…and subsequently Bleecker; nobody home – our third New York night.

M