Photos from the 50's

Take the subway to 50th St./Rockefeller Center and you can see a half-dozen major sites within a few blocks of each other. It was a beautiful day in New York on Saturday, so we visited a few yet again.

W. 53rd St: Museum of Modern Art

The museum recently opened an exhibit on prefabricated homes, which I found both interesting and oddly funny. In addition to scale models of homes inside the museum, a few life size homes were erected in an adjoining lot.

They weren't your typical subdivision houses. One seemed like a beach house. Another was something like 150-square-feet. Another had all windows for walls and I believe was solar-powered.




E. 51st St: St. Patrick's Cathedral

We tend to go to mass here when we're in the area Saturday evenings. The priest has a lovely Irish accent, although his sermon has to compete with my wandering eyes taking in the architecture. Around Christmas we could barely find a seat. Nowadays, however, you can walk in a few minutes late and still get a pew toward the side.

Across from St. Patrick's, on Fifth Avenue: Statue of Atlas

We had some time before church started, so we stopped by the statue of Atlas directly across the street. Although I'd known of the statue before, it became permanently etched into my brain since I started watching "30 Rock." The opening credits feature something like this:

A day at the museum(s)

One of the perks of Paul's job is that he gets free admission for himself and at least one guest to most of New York's major museums. With normal admission prices at $20 apiece for some museums, I was thrilled when we realized in March that we could go to all of them for nada.

So we spent a few Saturday afternoon hours at the Met about a month ago. A couple of weeks later, the Guggenheim. Yesterday, the Museum of Modern Art.

Surprisingly, the latter has been my favorite. And unlike the others, you can take photos in most areas.

Watch your step!

Paul, face to face with a face.

Recognize these?

Paul, pretending he's in an iPod commercial.

We actually had to wait in line to face the crazy mirrors.

We usually follow-up our afternoon at a museum with a walk, and Sunday was no exception. Central Park was crowded, but the sunshine put most everyone on their best behaviour.