This is the Cuxa Cloister and Gardens, from the Pyrenees.
Remnants of a monastic chapter house from somewhere in France.
The Trie Cloister and Garden was my favorite.
The Saint-Guilheim Cloister and Garden, also from the Pyrenees.
Try as I might, I could just not out-wait these two women for a snap of the empty atrium. I think they were napping.
The Unicorn Tapestries are also a compelling reason to visit and truth be told, the main reason for my visit. Believed to have been woven in Brussels around 1500, the tapestries depict the hunt and capture of the mythical unicorn.
I did not realize that the unicorn’s captivity was so meager, and that saddened me. To cheer myself, I spent the afternoon taking a long, leisurely shopping stroll down Fifth Avenue. What else is a gal to do?