Meanwhile, back at the Met

John and I have finally had time to get back to our New York pictures from last October. Here are the rest of the pictures we took visiting the fabulous Metropolitan Museum of Art.

We passed these casually attired Upper East Side ladies as we neared the Met. Later we noticed that they were headed for a Saturday art lecture.

We loved the fellow tourists preparing to go in,

and the swirl of activity when you enter the Great Entrance Hall.

In a show of digitally altered photographs we liked this vision of exotic, urban crush by Robert Polidori.

An exhibit of the influence of Andy Warhol's work on American contemporary artists, Regarding Warhol: 60 Artists, 50 Years, ended with a reconstruction of one of his shows from the 60's with it's charming, playful, Silver Balloons and cow wallpaper.

Then we wandered almost aimlessly through the endless galleries of exquisite artwork. We both admired this elegant Bronzino, Portrait of a Young Man, c. 1530

and this trio of Renaissance profiles. That's Fra Filippo Lippi's Portrait of a Woman with a Man at a Casement, c. 1439 in the center.

As usual, the visitors are as interesting as the artwork. The Honorable Henry Fane with Inigo Jones and Charles Blair, 1761-66, by Sir Joshua Reynolds.

This group were being guided by a docent through the collections highlights. They're studying a Tiepolo here.

John loved this vivacious guide explaining an African sculpture.

Must be great to study amidst the gorgeous Arts of Africa, Oceania and the Americas galleries.

How hip is this fantastic pot! Dough Bowl, 1994, by Diego Romero.

This young couple were being moved by a Giacometti.

John couldn't resist going in for details of this lovely Cubist painting.

Pablo Picasso, Still Life with a Bottle of Rum, 1911.

The Contemporary Art galleries are very grand. That's Chuck Close's Lucas, 1986-87 to the left and one of Warhol's Mao paintings in the centre.

 Morris Louis' Untitled, 1960.

Andy Warhol's Ethel Scull 36 Times, 1963.

Jennifer Bartlett's Five P.M., 1991-92.

The oh so American Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythm (Number 30), 1950. At this point we decided to brave the forecast wet outside.

But first a stop at the Bookshop so I can scan for new postcards

and John can wallow in the art books.

Ah, the rains have stopped. 

Now to catch a 5th Ave bus down to Union Square.