Once upon a time a certain John David Rockefeller gifted Fort Tyron Park, at the northern edge of Manhattan, to the city for all to enjoy. A few years later, to improve upon on the natural landscape, he purchased a collection of remnants of French cloisters from another wealthy entrepreneur along with medieval art, and set about creating, “The Cloisters.”  
After a long, long ride on the A train (without accompanying jazz tune), and a moderate walk through the park with beautiful views of the Hudson River and New Jersey (yes, I used “beautiful” and “New Jersey” in the same sentence), one reaches The Cloisters from Midtown Manhattan.

The Fuentiduena Chapel, Spanish in origin, was a breathtaking space.

 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?