Honest to god, while I was waiting for the crowds to thin in order to get an unpeopled shot, I actually heard a woman say, “It’s pronounced Monay, like the jewelry.” Except that she said joo-ler-ree. I wondered if anyone would make a crack about a big sofa, but no. At least not on my watch, anyway.
Try to get there when the museum opens, before the hordes come charging in and posing in front of the paintings. It's a madhouse in there all day long, the very opposite of what must have been the tranquility of the Old Man's garden. The paintings are on view until April 12.
Here’s a link to MoMA for more info, and one to Roberta Smith’s New York Times review back in September.
