I walked a little more than a mile, eyeballs fully dilated, under the Very Hot Heat Wave Sun, up to The Met. I almost died. (What possessed me not to even consider taking a bus?). Anyway. I remained alive, with an extremely red and sweaty visage, cooled off in the museum’s air conditioning and had a very nice time wandering through a few exhibits and then resting my tootsies in the cafeteria while sipping coffee and reading my book. And sketching.

Yes, I took a bus back down to Penn Station.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Procreate and Sketch Club (ArtRage used for texture only).

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