Because the Picasso show was taking up one whole floor, the Modern and Contemporary collections at the MoMA, which usually take up two floors, were squished into one. The result being that only the very biggest and best-est and most famous-est pictures were on show. If this sounds like an embarrassment of riches, it was. But unlike too much rich ice cream, say, or too much rich red wine, this did not feel one bit like overkill. Rather it felt entirely marvelous to wander these halls of wonders. To ooh and ah and see and have all this magic go in through your eyeballs. The photos are merely a sad shadow of the real-life experience, I fear, but, hey, they may give you at least a rough notion.