The National Museum of the American Indian is housed in what used to be a customs building. It is a wonderful old building, full of cool marble, and paintings admiring commerce, which seem ironic in light of what colonial commerce did to the American Indian.........
We'll try to get past that, and admire what there is to admire about the building itself, and it is certainly not the least bit difficult to admire its contents.
I love the way these feathered things are displayed -- just look at the shadows!
Self-portrait with ladle. The ladle was carved from horn, and was beautifully translucent.
The gray building with the pink and green top housed the museum. The little bulgy thing entering this shot from the bottom is part of the subway stop pictured in the previous post -- you can see how easy this was to find from the subway!
We were verrrrry lucky to have a friend in NY who helped us immensely with directions, suggestions for where to eat, hints on how long it would take to get from point A to point B, and a million other things. Thank you, Cindy!
We found that New Yorkers were very friendly and helpful. Several times people approached us and asked where we were trying to go, and then told us things like "It will be easier for you if you cross the street and take the subway from over there; it's going the direction you want," without us even having to ask.
I saw many examples of excellent parenting on buses and subways (and saw none that made me raise my eyebrows).
On the snowy day when the buses could barely run on the icy roads, everyone pulled together their knowledge of other bus lines, subway stops, etc, and helped everyone else get home.
New York didn't seem hostile or scary. Take a bow, New Yorkers. I'll be happy when I get another opportunity to visit your wonderful city!
Looking uptown before we crossed the street to go back to Grand Central.
Back on the subway. Coming from a college town, I am perhaps more accustomed to hearing foreign languages spoken in my daily world than many people in this country. There are more in New York than in Ann Arbor!
Grand Central Station. We had a late lunch in the extensive food court there, on Saturday the 9th. We knew dinner would be late, so a late lunch suited very well.
In order to facilitate chronological traverse of these NYC posts, a link to the next one is here.
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