My mom has been in New York for nearly four years and although we've had some lovely excursions to the city (here and here), we never took her to the Met. Not sure why. It's not that hard to do. (Props to Erin and Mo who recently braved Times Square with her wheelchair and took her in to see Lion King!)
Continuing with a sort of NYC bucket list for Grammy, yesterday was a good day to go.
We wandered through the galleries upstairs and down, found the Impressionists, her favorites. I began to think about going to France in a week.
The Schiaparelli and Prada exhibit is so inspiring and beautiful. It's there through August.
As we walked through, I heard someone say, "Look, three generations."
Mom wears out quickly these days, and I don't think the art meant as much to her as the outing with Erin ... and me. But just as the visit wrapped up, I insisted we make a dash for the rooftop garden. Such a good idea. It was heavenly.
A huge thanks to the kind stranger who offered to take our photo.
Erin and I will always remember this day. So glad we did that.