Finally we left the Whitney, got some gelato, my first ever, and coffee on E. 73 Street. What followed were visits to 4 or 5 galleries showing American Collage, George Grosz watercolors and I can't remember what else - how pathetic. Wait, I just remembered something. The last place we went, Benedicte rang the doorbell and a lady, who was leaving the building asked where we were going. Seems she just had closed and locked up the gallery (surrealist art) for the day. Even after I casually mentioned that we didn't have millions she simply turned around, stuffed us all in a teeny tiny elevator and opened the second floor gallery and left us alone in there while she disarmed the alarm.
Back on 81st Street we parted ways, Shirley heading east and north, Teri westward in a cab and Benedicte and I on a downtown rush hour bus, both of us yawning in tandem every two minutes.
Apps used:
iPad, Finngr Pro, Sketch Club, ArtRage apps, Pogo Sketch stylus.