The Cloisters.

Xavier has been traveling so Colette and I have been on a few adventures of our own. On Sunday, we went to The Cloisters to hear the Janet Cardiff Forty Part Motet. It is sublime. Please do go. We stood in the twelfth-century apse (Fuentidueña Chapel) and listened with wide-eyes (Colette's wider than anyone else's) as each speaker's individual voice sounded. We moved around the room to hear the baritones, the basses, the altos, tenors, and child sopranos ebbing and flowing to the music (Spem in alium numquam habui by Tudor composer Thomas Tallis ca. 1505–1585). She was quiet with wonder. She kept spinning her head around the look for the people to whom the voices belonged. And, of course, The Cloisters are divine themselves and worth a romp. (A word of caution: hugging the medieval lions is strictly forbidden however, and lion roars are only slightly amusing to this crowd).