The sun is shining in Los Angeles and it is in the high 60s while New York City is freezing.

There is room to stretch out in our home and the beach is around the corner, deserted in the winter months.

But in New York City you can walk out the door and just wander into a cultural wonderland.

The day before I exited Manhattan I went for a walk in bitter cold Central Park and ended up at the Metropolitan Museum.

I strolled into the MET at 10am and took in the Surrealism exhibit which had a few interesting pieces (Magritte’s Transfixed Train and the Lobster Telephone by Salvador Dali), but lacked continuity.

One must remember when viewing surrealism “Surrealism gives body
to a world in which logic plays no role.”

The pleasure was found in the Impressionist rooms.

They never disappoint.

And I had forgotten that there are five Degas rooms overflowing with sculpture and paintings, especially the The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer,

After being wowed, I left and picked up some fab fresh bagels and smoked sable to go.

It may be a cliche, but I ? NY.