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The morning after the night before and I stroll off down to MoMA. Wonderful building with some of the greatest hits of the art world in the early 20th Century. But pretty safe stuff. Nothing by Gilbert & George, Damien Hirst, Tracey Emin et al, I found that surprising but nowhere near as surprising that I didn't see a Wood, Pollack or Lichenstien and only one Warhol.
We packed our belongings in various small bags and checked out. The car was waiting for us outside - we has a list of instructions from the Concierge and we were set to drive to Michael and Vicki's in Philadelphia.
You will note a list of instructions - not a map.
Off we set through the south end of Manhattan to cross over to New Jersey. All went well until some confusing signage at the New Jersey Turnpike, once that was solved it was plain sailing.
The turnpike out from the city was remarkable for its lack of character. From Boston to New York the road had been through beautiful woods. We were now travelling through what could best be described as scrub - with advertising hoardings. It was just so surprising how quick this change came about. The traffic was good natured and smooth flowing in addition the lorries were kept to a separate set of lanes.
Anyway after an effortless drive we pitched up at our host's home. Their house is a really beautiful mid-hall colonial home. Dark wood floors, beamed ceilings and a wonderful garden to boot.
Our hosts were all as hospitable as you could hope for - though the leg licking was a bit strange, we put it down to American custom. Sadie is a lovely dog an Alsation/Pit Bull cross at a best guess which has turned out the most beautiful natured pooch.
The boys do what boys do - not much and we had a great chance to catch-up.
After a very relaxing meal of the most tender of steaks we collapsed into our beds content...
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