I came hunting unicorns.
Long ago, in a job far, far away, I'd heard unicorns resided somewhere here in Manhattan. But that was twenty years ago, in a life that sometimes seems like it was lived by another woman.
Had I not known that the ancient Unicorn Tapestries were here, somewhere, in the most populous of modern cities, I never would have sought out The Cloisters.
And I would have missed a time travel adventure.
Secret enclosed pocket gardens filled with aromatic, medicinal, and lovely flowers compliment centuries old architecture.
Hidden chambers flow unexpectedly from a corner you didn't see when you entered the room, and have to look sharp to find.
Mystic arts ensure that ancient beings live on.
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