Today the dinosaurs wanted to go to the Natural History Museum. Luckily, we were in agreement with this agenda.
But first, the rest of the subway story…
After breakfast, we headed down into the 103rd & Broadway station to catch the train. As we went through the turnstile, we noticed our “friend” from yesterday doing the same fast-talking hustle-’em-through-the turnstile act with another couple. Spouse told the couple as we walked by, “It’s a scam. Walk away.”
“What?” they said, because they didn’t hear him over TicketScammerGuy’s patter. Spouse repeated himself, louder. “Oh! Thanks!” They glare at TicketScammerGuy and walk away. TicketScammerGuy calls after us and threatens to shove his fist into spouse’s face. We ignore him and start down the stairs to the train platform; then suddenly spouse turns around and walks straight to the station agent’s booth. She’s facing the other way — her window opens into the “lobby” area, before patrons go through the turnstile. He taps on the window until he gets her attention, and points out TicketScammerGuy , who by this time had taken up his position next to the MetroPass vending machine to await his next victim.
“He’s running a scam.” Station agent looks puzzled. Spouse describes him: “That guy over there in the striped shirt and ball cap; he’s running a scam.” She looks over her shoulder in the direction spouse is pointing and enlightenment dawns. I think she’s familiar with him.
“Thank you,” she says, and she set her jaw with a determined expression. “We’ll take care of this.”
We never saw TicketScammerGuy again.
*cue ominous music*
Now, in reality we expect TicketScammerGuy took his show down the road to another subway stop, but it’s tempting to indulge in those New York City transit system stereotypes (read: Teamsters/union thugs/organized crime) (yes, I’ve seen too damn many film noir flicks) and think he was “taken care of” in a more, um, permanent fashion. Regardless of the true circumstances of his sudden absence, he no longer disturbed the patrons of the 103rd and Broadway station.
Our subway stop for the American Museum of Natural History was at 79th Street, and then we walked a few blocks east, toward Central Park. (Sadly, this is the closest we got to spending time in Central Park during the whole week.) The museum is nestled at the edge of Central Park, and we went through Theodore Roosevelt Park to get to the entrance.
I’ve mentioned the weather was perfect this whole week, yes? Oh my gosh. Mid-70s, mostly, with a hint of a breeze, and blue blue skies every day. Just amazingly beautiful.
Once in the museum, we wandered around the Hall of Northwest Coast Indians for a while — indigenous textiles fascinate me; the woven capes and clothing were incredible; I only wish I could have touched them — then made our way to the café for a snack and a chance to take a thorough look at the map of the museum.
The dinos, of course, were looking for their relatives’ house. According to the map, their relatives lived on the fourth floor; we decided to start there and work our way down.
Pictures galore follow.
We also went into the special “Dinosaurs Among Us” exhibit, which tells the story of the latest innovation in evolutionary thinking: how dinosaurs became birds. It’s fascinating. Look at these three photos together.
A quick stop for refreshment:
And then we headed downstairs and cruised the other floors. True confession: I bypassed several of the halls on each floor because my ankles were starting to hurt. By the time we got back to the first floor, I was dog tired and my ankles were in agony, so I crashed out on the floor next to an outlet in one of the halls to charge my phone while spouse cruised the North American Mammals exhibit. A passing security guard just grinned at me as I huddled up in the corner on the floor with my charger.
We had theater tickets that evening. After taking a brief nap at the hotel, we changed into our theatre duds and hit the town once more.
the set was amazing;
and our seats were perfect. (Yes, we splurged. Yes, it was worth it.)
And yes, there’s still more to come.