For those that have a bit more time in New York City, I highly recommend stepping away from the chaos and visiting the Cloisters.
So....what the heck IS the Cloisters? Don't worry, I didn't have a clue either.
The Cloisters is a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, located along the Hudson River in Upper Manhattan. It was about a 30 minute metro ride from Central Park (more about our stroll through Central Park here). The building itself is a rebuilt monastery, full of religious and medieval art and lovely courtyard gardens.
When we first arrived at the Cloisters, my first order of business was food. I was hangry but recovered when we bought some lunch at the little food counter and sat at a table overlooking a courtyard not unlike the one below.
Food helped to level my thinking and after our late lunch, we set out to explore the gardens and the exhibits. Here are a few of my favorite images from the afternoon.
The beautiful weather that held out for our stroll through Central Park and tour of the Cloisters gardens started to turn. When we had seen enough medieval art, we made our way through the drizzle back to the metro and ultimately, back to the apartment. We didn't stay long before we started thinking dinner...all this walking makes a girl hungry!
We walked to a small restaurant that Brigid had been talking up since my arrival in New York. Her descriptions of Luke's Lobster had me day dreaming (drooling?) about lobster rolls ALL DAY. I went with the "lobster roll, soda, chips, and pickle" option.
Good thing this place was a bit more pricey...if not for the cost, I would have wolfed down three of these bad boys. It's not even FAIR how decadent this is. Get. In. My. Belly.
Once we demolished our lobster rolls, we meandered down to the pier to look at the old boats against the modern buildings.
After a packed day, we spent the rest of the night laying low. We watched Black Fish, an exposé/documentary about one of Sea World's whales that killed people while in captivity. It tugged at my heartstrings, just like seeing elephants used in Thailand's tourism industry, and reinforced my opinion that captivity of such emotive and intelligent creatures is wrong. I went to bed promising myself that if I ever have kids, I'll be damned if I take them to Sea World. Or the zoo for that matter.
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