Peace and Quiet in the Museum?

Sunday,  a brilliant, sweaty and hot Sunday. Decided to  go to NYC yesterday, actually against my will,  but nevertheless wanting to suck up some culture. Leaving the bus, it hits you: the oppressive heat, the crowds, the noise!  Pushing  against human flesh to make your way from point A to B. There happened to be a parade that day also, I forgot, the Puerto Rican Parade, a wild circus to be avoided under any circumstances, but impossible if you want to walk from 42nd Street Bus Terminal to 52nd Street and  the Moma. Disgusting, irritating, crazy.  Expect peace in this cultural institution, no!  A people flood and to top it off, an installation with microphones invites people to go up to it and shriek as loud as they could. and as long as they could, in intervals, and the sound to be magnified every few minutes over the whole museum. That is art? Freedom of expression but expressing what? Simply horrible, disgusting, annoying. We went to their cafe and had coffee + croissants,  I then saw one exhibition about  women as experimental film makers; and afterwards decided to just sit in the sculpture garden which compared to everything else was a relative calming experience; watching the old, the young and the very young, the lonely, and the show-offs, but nice. One way how not to spend your Sunday afternoon. But it all ended with a fine dinner and a glass of wine on 9th Avenue in one of the many eateries  — and then back home. Some you win, some you loose.