It was very chilly and rather brief but also quite perfect. The art, oh my gosh, it is unreal. We had the Frick almost entirely to ourselves. Just us and Holbein and Vermeer and Titian and Van Dyck and Gainsborough and Lawrence and Rembrandt. It was almost a private communion. Thomas Cromwell just scowling at Thomas More - the tension! Wolf Hall lovers get thee there and ogle.
Oh, and the food. The ramen and gyoza and phat thai and pastries and cookies. The ice cream! Honey lavender and dulce de leche and pomegranate... And admittedly there were a few shop. It was luxurious and exciting.