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The present I got from my mom this year for my birthday/Christmas was a ticket to the Downton Abbey Exhibition in New York City. I learned about it on Thanksgiving while I was watching the National Dog Show and it was advertised frequently during the commercials. This morning, my grandfather drove Mom and me to Perth Amboy, where my mom's friend Kathy lives. We went to the Perth Amboy train station from Kathy's house. I have to say that Perth Amboy is a total shit-hole; everything looks rundown and is covered in trash, specifically the train station.
We, me, my mom, Kathy, and her daughter Kimberly, took the train to New York City's Penn Station. From there, we took a cab to where Downton Abbey: The Exhibition is held. We were about an hour early, so we went to a nearby Prêt à Manger for a snack. It was bitingly cold today. Standing outside on the platform at the Perth Amboy train station or in line to get into Downton Abbey: The Exhibition were more than I can handle. At Prêt à Manger, I drank a cup of Earl Grey to help myself warm up.
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The exhibition began with a short video of Mr. Carson, Downton Abbey's butler, welcoming us and saying, in the politest way, that he finds our interest in seeing the servant's quarters, and the clothing we are wearing, odd. Its first floor is set as "downstairs": the world of the servants; the kitchen, the staff dining room, and Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes's sitting room. There were displays of props and costumes from the show such as servant's uniforms. Mr. Carson's desk, and Mrs. Hughes's keys.
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