Peace and quiet can be hard to come by in the middle of Manhattan. Maybe, if the ice ever melts, you might balance a lunch burrito on your lap in the sunken plaza outside the McGraw-Hill Building. Or park yourself in a hotel lobby and pretend to be a guest.
But for many people the oasis of choice has long been the sculpture garden at the Museum of Modern Art, a soothing half-acre of stone flooring and spouting fountains that provides a brief respite from the madness of Midtown.
For a price.