August 15th

Today, I visited MoMA, aka the Museum of Modern Art. We saw some Picasso, Matisse, Cezanne, and my favorite of the famous, dead, white guys, Man Ray. I was the only one in my group that had ever heard of Man Ray which made me feel smart then sad. Read a book.

(This is the "Purple Bathtub," as my aunt refers to it. She loved so much that she took a picture of it. It was actually a row boat, as made apparent by its oars. Small detail.)