THE CLOISTERS

I live about ten walking minutes from this place and I think I’ve only been there maybe three times, in particular to see the Unicorn tapestries that The New Yorker had an excellent article on and made me curious about coming here to begin with. I think though I had to go to Europe to really appreciate the concept of age and time on weathered stone and wood. Today, I took my friend Justine over here after swimming, she’d never been there and it was a good excuse to get out of the studio apartment. I thought I was back in Geneva, in the old town. It soothed my soul, grounding me as religious sanctuaries tend to do, and there’s something about a gargoyle always makes me feel consistently, deeply, thoroughly, satisfied.