On our last day we got a late start, but took the subway to Central Park and walked across to the Guggenheim. It is undergoing restoration so all exhibits were down, but we stepped inside long enough to experience the ambiance.
Then we walked one block north to the Cooper Hewitt Museum. NICE building. I'm not up on my period architecture, but the interiors of this place are amazing. Probably as amazing as the art. They had a Rococo exhibit going on, which I found surprisingly enjoyable given that I am not a huge fan of the style. The best part was the sense of Rococo through history, including a room of modern-day items with Rococo elements. Unlike every other museum this one did not allow photography, so I can't wow you with the cool stuff.
Then we walked back across Central Park, hopped a train back to Noah and Holly's place, got our luggage and got back on the train for the interminable ride to JFK. Goodbye New York, hello air travel. And three hours later, hello Twin Cities, you beautiful sprawling metropolis, and hello gigantic Bouvier of destiny. Hello home, hello my very own bed.
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