Saturday in NYC

Saturday. We’re halfway to New York City on an NJ Transit bus. To our left is Newark, to our right the brown marshes and post-industrial blight of the Meadowlands, and beyond, the gleaming Manhattan skyline peeks out over a hill, and over it all, the new WTC Tower, still unfinished, its cranes raised like the spindly arms of some stick figure cartoon. I try to get a picture, but there’s a special difficulty to taking photos from a bus speeding across the Meadowlands; in motion the real visual density of the place becomes apparent. Every moment, a different obstacle passes by — trucks, power line towers, rocky outcrops, trees, signs, toll plazas, bridges, Secaucus Junction, all passing by just as you hit the shutter.

Toll Plaza

And sometimes the camera decides to focus instead on the seats in the foreground rather than the city itself, and you decide to keep that photo anyway just because the depth-of-field effect looks nostalgic in its own way.

Bus Through the Meadowlands

There are a precious few seconds on the Lincoln Tunnel Helix when Midtown Manhattan is spread out before you across the East River and there’s time for a quick photo before you’re in the tunnel. It’s a hazy day and the light is all wrong, but New York is New York, so it looks good anyway.

New  York from the Helix

The entry to Lincoln Tunnel itself, and later the approach to Port Authority Bus Terminal, present huge, looming, monolithic faces to the traveler. The Bus Terminal especially resembles a boxy cephalopod from this angle, tentacular ramps and bridges writhing down to the ground, drawing a stream of buses into multiple crosstrussed maws.

Lincoln Tunnel Entrance
Port Authority

We tarry around the shops of Midtown waiting for the lunch buffets to open. At some point we pass by a firehouse with a Batman logo out front beside a memorial to fallen heroes.

Batman Logo on Midtown Firehouse

Our target restaurant, Touch of India, turns out not to have a weekend lunch buffet, but no matter; the tandoori mix platter is a glorious dish of grilled meats, more than filling with some aloo gobi, rice, and naan.

Touch of India Tandoori Mix Platter

En route to the Met my favorite number presents itself in the subway. It’s the answer.

42nd Street Station

I never tire of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. (I suppose I could say the same of any good museum, though.) Today we’re renewing our Associate memberships, worth a year of four visits at the standard donation amount.

Metropolitan Museum of Art

We’re here to see two exhibits: Dürer and Beyond, a survey of European works drawn or influenced by Dürer; and Bellini, Titian, and Lotto, a visiting exhibit of Venetian master paintings from the Accademia Carrara in Bergamo. (We’re a bit disappointed by the latter, as it turns out to include only one Titian and one Bellini in the whole gallery.)

Durer and Beyond Exhibit Bellini, Titian, Lotto

We also go up to the roof deck to see Saraceno’s Cloud City, a hivelike sculptural installation of glass and steel overlooking Central Park. We don’t have the timed entry tickets necessary to ascend into the sculpture, but for today it’s enough to see it alongside the view of the city.

Cloud City, Metropolitan Museum of Art
New York Skyline from Met Roof Garden

For now it’s time to catch our bus back to NJ. We get back to PABT with just enough time to run up the escalator, get a ticket at the machine, and join the back of the line in the crowed upstairs waiting tank. The bus arrives, the driver walks off, leaving the bus idling at the gate — and doesn’t come back. We wait. No announcements are given, Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty. A young, heavyset con artist shows up and addresses himself to the crowd, with an unconvincing sob story that Greyhound has screwed him over and that he needs some cash to get back home to Roanoke, VA. His high voice has no trace of Virginia in it. Amateur. People are of course angry and confused by waiting at this point, and he gets nothing.

Port Authority crowd waiting for a NJ Transit 113 bus that never came

Finally, we head back downstairs and walk over to Penn Station to get an NJT train instead. Much faster and more comfortable. A pair of New Jersey housewives sit near us, conversing loudly about every kind of food imaginable. I finally manage to get that photo of the skyline that I couldn’t get from the bus earlier.

New York from the Meadowlands

Back in New Jersey later that evening we see a bunny.

Bunny

More photos from our Labor Day long weekend on Flickr.