Michelle and I headed from Pennsylvania to Trenton, New Jersey to catch the train to Penn station, New York. Three states in one day. Kind of foreign to this Californian. It was very doable.
We got our tickets and got breakfast and headed to the platform to board the train. We would arrive just before noon in New York City.
Round trip from Trenton to Penn station. Here we go!
Of course, I attempted to read, but I was too busy looking at scenery and being lulled to sleep by the train moro motion.
New Brunswick. I meant to look up what it was, but I haven’t yet.
Last stop! Penn station. Get out.
Pulling into Penn station was fascinating, but it was too dark to video it. There are tracks EVERYWHERE. 21 tracks to board trains. I can’t believe how many people go in and out of here daily.
I was amazed by the shops and other things to see in the station. It took us a while to figure out where we needed to exit to get pointed in the right direction. We are both from big cities so we weren’t thrown too much with the noise and crowds. Once we figured out which direction to head, we were good.
The view down just one of the aisles.
I had been sent for butter cake, so I figured I should try some. Nope. Not my thing.
I ended up getting chicken coconut soup for breakfast.
This was a spice, nut and candy store. They sold in bulk. You brought the container to the cashier and they weighed out what you wanted.
Another view down an aisle
I was going to get one for the pups at home, but they wouldn’t have stayed fresh long enough to make it home.
Vats of pickles
I wandered for a long time here before heading down to the Constitution Center.
The panoramic view of the room. 
This was the special exhibit. It was full of information about the civil war and beyond. 
One of the timelines.
Lincoln’s hands
I hadn’t realized that they didn’t catch John Wilkes Booth immediately. I just assumed that they had grabbed him off the stage and that was the end of it.
The other timeline. Why did it take so long? Over a hundred years to get it somewhat together.
This next group of photos was about Hamilton.
Fact vs fiction
The dueling pistols
This shows how close Hamilton and Burr really were.
Before we even got to the stairs of the museum, there were so many beautiful pieces to see.
A lot of the pieces were similar to the pieces at Sutro Heights in San Francisco.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the board with the description of these pieces, but it looks like they are a tribute to the order of the Cincinnati. I saw works inside about the order, but not a description of what it was about. Research!
This is about how the museum became the museum.
I didn’t get to all the art around the museum, but I got to the big pieces in front. 
The Rocky statue needed a visit, of course.
I have been asked many times. No. We didn’t run up these.  We walked. And took breaks.  But we made it.
Almost to the entrance.
We found this on the way to the bathroom, when we first entered.  I thought it was a beautiful piece.
This was a lot easier to see than the full sized one on top of city hall. What beautiful detail on it.
When we were at the public area of the Constitution center, we learned about food that was eaten in the early days of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.  Pepper pots were one of the foods. This piece struck me because of the depiction of the freed slave selling the pepper pot.
Not every photo is a piece of art. At least it wasn’t the inside of my pocket.
This piece was made near home, in a smaller town.  I found it interesting that it made its way to Philadelphia.
You could hear the water running and dripping wherever you were in this room.
This dog kennel was beautiful, but I kept thinking about how my dogs would manage to end up getting out somehow.
On the way out of the museum.
There were more photos that I wanted to get, but I was exhausted after the plane rides. Michelle is supposed to send me some she took. Maybe I’ll show her how to post them while I’m here.
We had to pass through security on the way in. I didn’t have anything with me, so that was a piece of cake.
There was so much information and so much history there. 
The trip through would have been quicker if the couple in front of us would have stopped standing in front of everything. They weren’t reading anything, just cuddling and giggling. They’d stop to take photos on and off, but took forever. It seemed they were hell bent on being in my photos, too. I think I managed to not get them in any, though.
Of course, I needed the photo of the x-ray.
The back side of the bell.
When I saw how Rodin signed his sculpture, it made me feel better about the way I sign my paintings in art class.
You can’t show any work by Rodin without The Thinker.
Beautiful pond in a beautiful garden.
The first of many photos of The Gates of Hell.
This was my ticket from yesterday’s visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I was thrilled that the Rodin Museum was included and a second day, too. Yesterday was exhausting.
Today’s ticket
My photo doesn’t show the broken nose as well as I would have liked.
I loved that they encourage artists to sketch. There were several places set up like this.
I had seen other pieces that Rodin did of Victor Hugo. I loved seeing the story behind them here. Hugo never posed. Rodin just spent a lot of time with him to get his likeness.
bookworm at the gym 