Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with a knapsack on her back. She didn't like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere. To a large place, a comfortable place, an indoor place, and preferably a beautiful place. And that is why she decided upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.E.L. Konigsburg, From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
Like Claudia, the Met is my destination of choice for running away. I get there as often as I can.