Had a lovely time with a dear friend, who invited me to see the Nicholas Roerich Museum. What a serene and beautiful experience! Such wonderful blues, stark lines, and mastery of light! Afterwards, we walked on Broadway, where there's an intersection with a little park, beguiling statue and flaming gingko trees....
so my friend told me after i obsessively captured image after image on my cellphone...but they're male gingko trees...so they don't have that putrid stench ( i'm stating this far more inelegantly than my friend ever would...). i guess she saw my surprised expression....
Anyhow we had a pleasant short walk down an über-gentrified Broadway, where an appetiser was rarely less than $8.99. That's just too much. Soz, don't have it like that.
But, I knew just the right place.
A diner. between 94th & 95.
(Manhattan Diner, to be precise)
Not soooooo inexpensive, but, the presentation was lovely- the kitchen took pride in making everything look good!
I was too famished to take photos of my grilled trout with tomatoes, capers, & Kalamata olives....but I did take some shots of the cheesecake- which was very very yummy- & fresh!
Finally, after spending some time grazing through books ( Hide this Spanish Book being one of them), a nice walk with my friend to the train station, and a focused subway ride diddling about on my phone with my images, i am home.
and intrigued by the statue. what is it memorialising? whom is it for? of course, i assumed for some silly reason, the statue directly represented the specific person commemorated...
(natch, i was wrong...)
the park, in the form of a small triangle, is Straus Park, honours Ida & Isador Straus, who died in the RMS Titanic- Ida Straus refused to leave her husband to go on a lifeboat. She chose to die with him.
Apparently, they lived one block south of the current memorial ....
SO....there's that part of the story....
Then there's the human being behind this statue celebrating this romantic....story? moment? I am at a loss for words.
The model. giving a face to the symbolism.
Audrey Marie Munson is her name. And man, her life went south real fast. because of a twisted romance. an obsessed doctor- whom Ms Munson & her mother were renting from-kills his wife to "be" with her. only she'd fled with her mum.
She'd had nothing to do with his madness, but her reputation was done. over.
no more films, no more pictures.
So at some point, what does she do? Well, she decides to throw in the towel.
Method? ".... a solution of bichloride of mercury"....nice stuff. really awesum.
only....she didn't die.
lived another 65 years. to 104.
she kinda sorta went,ummm, crazy. paranoid an' stuff.
there is no "moral" to this story, really.
but i was intrigued, curious about this statue, and that's where the facts led me...
fortunately, there is something beautiful of her that lives on.
Nul ne connaît la fin....
(so enjoy the ride as much as you can...)
a not so gritty kitty who does live in the city....a (properly) roaming khaat whose eye loves to linger... take pictures....& bake challah!