Two houses I know by heart, and one uptown I have somehow never managed to reach.
Both houses closed Mondays. Book the Frick ahead; it fills.
The Frick and the Morgan are forty minutes apart on foot and make one very good day. Do the Frick first: it is the house, and the Morgan is the library, and that is the order the eye wants them in.
December is my season here. The Morgan is at its best when it is dark by four and the reading room lamps are doing the work.
Washington Heights is a subway ride and a decision, and I have failed to make it every single time. That is a failing of mine and not of the collection, and I am recording it here so it stops being invisible.