It must be twenty years since I last visited the Cloisters.
I have no idea why I’ve let so much time pass between visits to this extraordinary place.
In the early seventies, when I was writing my medieval cookbook, To the King’s Taste, I used to go up there often to study the spits and cooking pots and eventually to teach children medieval cookery at an afternoon program there.
Even on a somewhat crowded Sunday afternoon, the three cloistered gardens retain an aura of tranquility:
There’s a quince tree growing in one of the cloisters:
The stained glass is remarkable, especially when the late afteroon sun is shining through it:
There are people and animals with funny faces staring at you from every nook and cranny:
The views of the Hudson are magestic:
The Cloisters is only about five miles from where I live, but to go there is to climb into another world:
Get thee to the Cloisters now!