I was in a bit of a state Sunday morning, bitching about everything under the sun including 'the state of things' (this should never be left out) and thankfully Jonah suggested solving this discontent with a trip to The Cloisters which of course at first I was like, "A solution?! But I'm content to just sit here and complain! I'm good at this! Don't take it away from me!!" I snapped out of it and was intrigued. We had always wanted to go to the cloisters so finally we did and it was DIVINE. It's now my new favorite place on the island of Manhattan. Once you enter Fort Tyron Park which is just seconds away from the A train - 190 St. stop you are on a hill and feel far, far away from all the grittiness that we love and loathe about NYC.
It will be clear from this post that I had not been in nature for a while and that I love old things.























