All good things come to an end, and so does the Big Apple adventure. I spent the morning exploring Williamsburg (after a three-hour walk from Brooklyn.) It looked so close on the map! I guess only Europeans can say that. Anyway, Williamsburg is huge too, and only a few parts of it belong to the hip inner circle. Everything north from Metropolitan Ave – near Bedford Ave Subway – looks completely different to the sometimes industrial, sometimes even rural southern part. It reminded me of Berlin‘s Friedrichshain but I’m surely not the first one to draw that conclusion.
The last treat was the spectacular Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. Even just walking up its stairs really made me feel like a part of the Gossip Girl crew! (Although I’m sure neither Serena nor Blair would get lost in Central Park and then come out at the exact entry point an hour later, ahem…) The museum stands out from most other art galleries on the globe, not the least because there’s something for every taste. Beautiful queen beds from the 16th century, antique furniture, Egyptian sculptures, daring modern paintings and of course, photography.