Sunday, January 15, 2017


I hated the MET.

I loved the Cloister Museum. The MET has this thing called the Cloister Museum which could be easy to miss because it requires you to go very fair up the island that is Manhattan, while still sort of being on the island that is Manhattan.

Perhaps it is because New York desires to have everything, the Cloister Museum is actually a collection of French cloisters that have been imported to New York and then opened to the world. One has to take the A train to practically the bitter end to get there, but it is certainly worth it. That far away from the city the air is crisp and the sky that day was only somewhat cloudy.

The Cloisters themselves stand apart, sitting out on a little hill inviting you to traverse a garden and go up and down hills to walk out to reach it. I swear the only thing this was missing was a moat. Even in the winter the garden was pretty. Perhaps a consequence of the unseasonably warm weather. The walk was paved with stones and there were lovely stone arches and little secluded stairways to bounce up and down on.

Me, being me, I work a skull and roses dress which somehow seemed so perfect for the day. Just walking to the museum was worth the experience. However, the walk doesn't hold a candle to the museum itself.

It was warm inside when I got there, and even though they were not piping in Gregorian chants I could swear that you could hear the chants of monks bouncing off the stone halls. The lighting was absolutely exquisite and the entire space was room after room of beautiful imported stonework, right down to a small sitting courtyard and an herbal apothecary garden being maintained by some wonderful soul. Of course, a cloister is not complete without metal armored guards and beautifully detailed tapestries, which the museum contained. It was absolutely one of the best experiences I had in New York during my time there and I hope to go again on the next trip to the city.

Afterwards I walked up the little hill to a restaurant in the park and sat and had some wine and contemplated both the old world and the  new, and where New York city was in-between.

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