On my friends’ and my recent New York ladies’ night out (times 3, plus days), we visited the New York Public Library because we had a librarian in our midst.
And two recovering English majors.
It wasn’t a hard sell.
We were greeted by the lions.
Or maybe it’s Fortitude.
Then we went inside and I got verklempt upon reading this statement.
And we scouted around until we found the famous reading room.
And I took lots of photos.
…including photos of the glamorous ceiling.
Then I tried to take a photo of their other lovely reading room — the one you can’t photograph* (yeah, that one) — and I got all library-cop-scolded and halted in my tracks.
Yes, people, I had the full NYPL experience.
I got Bookmanned.
So then I scuttled outside in abject shame.
But Patience (or Fortitude) didn’t harbor hard feelings.
*I swear I didn’t know. I did the thing people do and completely missed the sign.