Havana Central gave us a tiny bottle of their mango salsa.
The security guard at the entrance of the museum pored through my personal purse.
I kid you not. She told me I could not enter the museum with that little gift.
Geekboy and I left the museum. On the way out I told the security guard on the stairs what had happened. He said just go to the security manager on the left side of the museum.
Geekboy did not want to go because it was really obnoxious what we had already been through.
I however said yes, let's give it a try. The supervisor smiled and said you can go in.
We enjoyed our time there. I love to sit in the Modern Art wing and watch people run through Central Park and admired the trendiness of metalsmith's weaponry work in the 500s. Silver beads, light metals. Reminds me of the untenability of New York City. http://www.metmuseum.org/Works_of_Art/arms_and_armor
