In New York, taking the subway means visiting places very different from one's own neighborhood. Recently, we got off in Harlem near 134th Street and walked about rather aimlessly. The idea was Hamilton Heights.
C told me the history of a cemetery we passed. I have forgotten most of what he said because I was distracted by an adjacent church in which we found a wonderful cortile with an attractive garden in the center. I love interior gardens. The quiet. The lack of visual intrusion and traffic. Protection.
We saw a strange plaza with odd dimensions. It contained this attractive door. (Well worth embiggening.)
It also contained an Hispanic Museum.
In the museum, I contemplated two ceramic plates containing severed saintly heads. Not much room for salad on these plates and I question their merit as centerpieces when there are dinner guests. (There were several good paintings by Zurburan none of which I bothered to photograph because I am childish.)
Here is the bathroom in the basement of the museum. I felt extremely comfortable in this bathroom. It had a scale and texture that made me feel very Alice in Wonderland. I wanted to fetch the severed head plates and set them in the sink. (In case you are not paying attention, this is the most beautiful sink in the world.)