Chapter 45

“What’s that?” Steve said.

“It’s a museum of medieval art,” Charles said, “and it’s at the extreme northern tip of Manhattan Island.”

“Why don’t you make it a guy thing?” Angela said. “We ladies want to check out the post-Christmas sales on Fifth Avenue.”

“That’s too much walking for this lady,” Gran said, “but you young folks go right ahead.”

The next morning we took a taxi to The Cloisters. The boys seemed quite taken by the artifacts on display, and we were back at the hotel in time to have a late lunch with Gran in the hotel restaurant. Just as we finished our lunch, Angela and Marie appeared at our table, and they were both carrying several shopping bags bearing a number of famous logos. That evening we had a wonderful dinner at the Cornelia Street Café in the Village, and the next day we went our separate ways home.

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