In the garden there is a section of poisonous plants with a sign that says “do not touch.” Of course, a child ran up and started pulling at the deadly nightshade. The hazzards of having era-specific gardens I guess. But the gardens were amazing and it wasn’t even that crowded (and since the Cloisters is part of the Met it’s suggested donation, so if you go, forget about that $20 suggested admission, give them a dollar and hang out for the afternoon).
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