The only time I went out this sweltering weekend was Friday night, to explore the Met with some friends. It's open late then, and the Jeff Koons exhibition on the roof was open and hopping (a little too much for my tastes, especially when it's 95 degrees).
The backhanded benefit to the roof crowd, though, was how empty the museum was inside. Cool, quiet, cavernous rooms all to yourself- the ideal way to absorb some artistic inspiration.
This little friend was in the Oceanic-Meso America wing. Being a terrible art history student, I have no idea as to his origins, but I want to say Incan or Aztec. But maybe that's just the frozen Mexican hot chocolate I was too hot to make all weekend talking.