…means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage.
A couple weeks ago, my husband and I took a road trip to New Jersey to visit family. While we were there, we spent a day in New York City. We kept things simple and stuck to seeing the Met and going on a Statue of Liberty cruise.
It was gorgeous weather for it. Sunny and warm, but not sweltering or at all humid. Completely uncharacteristic for August in New York.
I had been wanting to go see the China: Through the Looking Glass exhibit at the Met for a while now. Since we were going to be around while it was still open, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
I’m really glad we went to see it. It was gorgeous and fascinating. Everything was breathtaking, and the approach to the pieces was really interesting. I definitely recommend checking it out if you get the chance. It’s been extended through September 7, so act while you still can.
(While we were there, I couldn’t resist taking a picture of Bill Clinton’s uber patriotic saxophone.)
Then we made our way south to take the Ellis Island cruise.
It was one of the most touristy things I’ve ever done, but we had a deal and thought, “Why not?” It turned out to be a lot of fun. The naive enthusiasm of the other tourists on the boat was catching and the views were undeniably gorgeous.
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