Last Saturday, I visited The Metropolitan Museum of Art with my friends. It was a five-hour visit. I can barely use fascinating words to describe how awesome it was. As the largest art museum in the United States, its collections are organized by seventeen departments. They are from different origins. I was dazzled by all different kinds of artworks and didn’t know where to explore first. Therefore, I randomly pointed somewhere on the map and went straight toward that collection. It was the European Paintings collection. I had visited series of Vincent van Gogh’s oil paintings. The most impressive one that I had ever seen was the self-portrait of van Gogh. It is a self-portrait with a yellow straw hat. At first, I didn’t notice that the painting is one of his self-portraits. I only saw the crowd standing in front of one artwork. The unusual circumstance had grabbed my attention. I involuntarily moved my steps toward them. Then I realized everything made sense. And I knew that Van Gogh always depicted his face as it appeared in the mirror to produce his portraits. Then I went to the Asian Art collection. I was surprised by the Astor Chinese Garden Court because I can barely see this kind of architecture in my country, maybe in Beijing but not my hometown. It usually appears in the Chinese costume drama or movie and serves as the garden for wealthy people. I almost went through every collection of the museum since my friends needed to complete their assignments for art class by finding the artworks and taking notes on them. I had been here for the second time. Every visit is a different experience, maybe that’s its magic.