Saturday, May 7, 2016
HAMILTON, the musical, in NYC
We also wandered through the Met for as long as my feet could stand it. Of course we only saw three sections, Egyptian (I may have gotten lost in there), European painters and sculpture, and American painters. My favorites are usually realistic portrayals of beautiful children, or mothers with their children.
We did have some New York pizza, a bagel or two and more than one piece of cheesecake. Food, however, was not our mission on this trip. Our mission was anything having to do with Hamilton and Art. We did that, finding our way to Trintity Church where he and his wife and several other patriots are buried. We visited the house he had built, which now belongs to the National Park Service. (Yes, I got my 100th anniversary stamp).
Abbey navigated us through the city with her phone and called us Uber cars when my feet couldn't take anymore walking. We got to know the subway very well.
JingleBoy came with us and sat on the Trade Center Memorial names (making Abbey very nervous that he would fall in and be washed away for good). Here he is on the bus tour, listening and learning. We did not stand in the long, long line to go down in the museum of the Twin Towers disaster either. Nope.
For his photo-op, I sat JB beside Bryan Bennett's name on the memorial because the Blakleys were great friends of the Bennetts back in Ohio and Danny's great grandfather was actually named Bennett because his father, Robert Blakley married miss Eliza Bennett, daughter of Charles. (Not that you were interested in our genealogy, but there it is, in case you were.)