M and my parents got back from their trip to New York City, and overall they had a really good time. Natural history museum was great, DaVinci exhibition was great, visit to UN was great, cannoli and gelato and giant pretzels were great, etc. The experience that M found most uncomfortable was when they went to a tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Chinatown and were the only white, English-speaking people in there. His comment: “I felt like I’d gone to a party where I hadn’t been invited and I didn’t know anyone.”
I think it’s good for him to get outside his usual suburban comfort zone. And I’m glad that his perspective was “I felt like the different one” and not “Those people were strange.”
The other thing in NYC that made him uncomfortable was that the Guggenheim evidently had some kind of performance/installation art which involved pairs of people making out in slow-motion. I’d have trotted past that one pretty briskly myself.