Even before I was a Member, I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art frequently. Some might say with abandon…
If I was looking for inspiration while writing or if a new show premiered, or I just had to see the rooftop exhibits with their extraordinary installations and that heart-stopping vista of Central Park and beyond, why, I could hop on a subway near our home at Union Square and be at the Museum in about 10 minutes; transported to other worlds…
And I always, always was enticed by the magnificent, grand urns in the museum’s lobby and their breathtaking floral displays.
I took their photos every single visit. It was a mystery to me that their beguiling looks were always changing, too.
But it wasn’t until just the other day that I learned of their origin story.
