Two days after my lovely birthday, it was time for a night out. As we are not in our twenties anymore, we started our night out in the afternoon. At around 5pm we arrived at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in Midtown Manhattan. Unfortunately, the expositions were not of great interest to us. We like modern photography and not old pictures of the 1920’s or 30’s. So we finished quickly and wandered for a while through their great bookstore. We both love to look at beautiful pictures, so we were lost for a couple of minutes going through different books. Then we went across the street to look for more photographs at the ICP school and ended up in their basement. We had a nice chat with two employees about their courses and free events.
When we were back at the street, we decided we could take in more photography. We went up to the Museum of Modern Art, also known as MoMA, which is free on Fridays. Normally, a ticket costs 25 US dollars. It is also one of the most crowded times to visit this museum. We went straight to the photo gallery. Unfortunately, they only had pictures of the 19th century. But luckily, there is a lot more to see and to do. So, we strolled through the museum and saw nice paintings by Picasso, Miro and Monet.
After that, we were getting hungry and decided to travel to Lower Manhattan. We had planned to visit a Surinamese friend, who is a musician and had his monthly gig at the Zinc bar at 82 West 3rd street (Greenwich village). M. knew a lovely Italian restaurant nearby and when we arrived there I knew again that we love the same type of restaurants. Caffe Reggio, at 119 MacDougal Street, is a place to come back to. It has a 1930’s Italian feeling to it with the green colors, the metal work and small tables. We sat down in a small alcove and enjoyed a good Italian wine together with a cheese and meat platter. We saw two people having a blind date and speculated if it was going to be a success or not. After our romantic small diner, which ended of course with a real Italian tiramisu, we walked to the Zinc bar.
The venue is exactly as you see in the movies when people go to a bar to see a small performance. You come in, go down into a sort of basement and walk past the bar. Then you go another two or three steps down in an area with small tables and nice chairs. We finally sat down at a bench with a good view on the stage. I had a smashing cocktail named ‘Birth of Control’, which contained vodka and different juices. The band members arrived and started playing some fantastic Afro Jazz. Soon we were drawn into dancing. We danced our butts off on the African and Caribbean rhythms. I was asked to come on stage to show that women dance better than men, but I didn’t dare. When it was time for the guys, my love did not dare to come up either and some other guy did his moves. We laughed, danced and enjoyed the music very much.
After the second session we got tired and decided to go home. The next day we both had some muscle pain because of all the dancing we had done, but it felt really good. A night to repeat.