We took the A train yesterday, or was it Tuesday(?), up to the Cloisters, which we decided would be best visited in the spring or summer, as the gardens were all shriveled up and without plantings of winter interest. The structure itself is worth the 100 stops on the A train, combining plundered medieval French monastic architecture into a fabulous and dramatic setting. The tapestries are pretty fabulous, too. But also pretty gruesome. That poor unicorn. My favorite things in the museum are the wavy columns in the 12th century Saint-Guilhem Cloister.
Today we hopped back onto the A train and over to Brooklyn to the Transportation Museum. We’re both interested in Victorian technology and the amazing feats of late 19th century engineering, but were a bit discouraged that the displays seemed geared towards 2nd graders. On the lower level, in a now defunct subway station, the museum houses trains dating back to the early 20th century, which we got to actually play on! And there are still bathrooms in the station, adding a touch of nostalgia and convenience to the experience.
BC and I are doing great. He’s chatting away with his new little dude on one of those bear_ _ _.com sites as I type away up here. click click click click, his stubby fingers are chatting up a silent storm but a few feet away. This is such a great segue into bachelorhood, being single together.
