Boscodon: The Cloister, Place of Meditation, Reading and Purification 

The Boscodon cloister, although partially rebuilt, offers a glimpse of what it once was. Although only one of the medieval galleries has been restored, it is enough to invite the imagination to fill in the gaps: four majestic galleries, surrounding the abbey, slowly take shape in the mind.

The cloister is not just a space for movement. It is a true spiritual journey, a silent path where every corner seems to whisper a forgotten secret. At the northeast corner, the northern bay shelters a special place: in the cloister wall, the armarium, this ancient library-cabinet, containing the books that the monks took pleasure in reading aloud. It was here, in this intimate retreat, that lectio came to life—the study of sacred texts, immersed in the wisdom of centuries past.

This bay is also a place of meditation, a space where the monks gathered in an almost palpable silence, between the ancient stones and the shadows of the centuries.

The cloister, however, is not solely for prayer and study. Its gardens, located at its center, offer a rare respite from monastic rigor. The water, flowing endlessly into the washbasin opposite the refectory, composes a soothing melody, a background sound that contrasts with the austerity of the walls. It is here, at the washbasin, that purification rituals took place: the washing of the monks' feet, the shaving of the monks, or even their hair, a unique place that concentrates in itself a part of the daily life of the monastery.

Today, these gardens no longer reproduce the hortus conclusus, the garden of medieval cloisters; but they retain a part of their mystery, and still resonate with the echoes of an era where every gesture, every plant, every silence was imbued with symbolism.