Personal Narrative: My Visit To The Metropolitan Museum Of Art

Since I had visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art for the first time, I had wanted to go to the Cloisters. During the afternoon in the back of my father’s Honda civic, I sat wondering what the Cloisters would have inside or even look like. From my neighborhood of Jackson Heights to Washington Heights, the demographics changed throughout. Along northern boulevard from Jackson Heights up until Long Island City, I had noticed the demographic change. Jackson Heights and East Elmhurst remained, for the most part, a Latinx populated area. I began to see more white people in Astoria and Long Island City. When I got on to the 59th street Bridge, I noticed runners and cyclists on the side. Then we entered into the city to take the FDR drive. All around 60th street and 3rd avenue were white people and institutions. The area was spotless and seemed to be a safe area. …show more content…
Across it I saw Roosevelt Island first, then the Triborough Bridge, and Randell’s Island. Next to the highway was Harlem. We passed by a park where a baseball and basketball game were happening simultaneously; the majority of the park was either Black or Latinx. Then, again, across the Hudson River was the Yankee Stadium and the Bronx. The area looked worn down and not as well kept as the other areas I saw. When we got out of the FDR drive we drove through Washington Heights. The neighborhood reminded me of mine. The streets were loud, filled with a latinx population, and was a generally commercial area. However, being a heavily Dominican populated area, the mofongo was way more