A week and some days ago, I spent an afternoon in downtown Newark, New Jersey. Anyone familiar with Newark knows that the city has seen far better days and that its “rebirth” has been inaccurately forecast on numerous occasions. Newark holds a nefarious—and not necessarily unearned—reputation for crime and corruption throughout and beyond the Garden State. Sadly, the decay and the neglect of Newark are visible upon leaving the train station.
Negative observations and opinions aside, Newark possesses a wonderful art museum with remarkable collections of American and Asian art. Its Tibetan collection is cited as one of the finer assembled in the world. On this day, I braved the PATH train and a stroll through downtown Newark to visit the Newark Museum, specifically the historic Ballantine House.