It was a walk in the park

but I need some fuel, don't I?
Had breakfast at Burger Heaven (yeesh!) while waiting for MoMA to open up. My first and last corned beef hash...

MoMA was interesting, but a little too abstract for me. So I thought I'd try the Guggenheim. Bright idea eh? Turns out it was a dud, because the entire grade school population was there too.
Decided to abandon the attempt, and had a light lunch on a bench near Central Park. I ate about half of it before I took a pic. It wasn't that light...
I decided to abandon the nearby plethora of museums and trek the Park!
Here's the semi-ubiquitous (hi Jeanette!) icon of the park..
Click the pic to zoom in... trust me.

Central Park is really spectacular, even in the last throes of winter. Even in melting ice, it's beautiful, a reservoir of serenity in a city pulsing with impatience and hypertension.
A saw a few die-hard joggers, sweat rolling ineffectually through plucked eyebrows, expectorant pluming in the cold, hard air.

I deliberately strode and stumbled counter to the recommended counter-clockwise direction of movement in the park. Why? I was already footsore, and I needed to get southwards.
Nice lake.
This morning, I saw my first central park squirrel.
Apparently, he didn't like me interrupting his meal, cuz he tried to brain me with a nut a minute later. Sat down for while to re-tie my shoelaces for the 15th time, and then hobbled (but in a New York fashion) to the Museum of Natural History, to get an IMAX Cosmic Collisions movie, narrated by the other Ole Blue Eyes, Robert Redford. Not enough foot power for an extended tour, but the museum is a definite re-visit for next time!

Tomorrow, the Cloisters!