I’ve been writing about some of my favourite museum experiences this month. This week, I’ll mention three others that I’ve visited. None of them merit a whole post, but they each stand out for one reason:
– The least likely museum we’ve ever seen was the Marzipan Museum in Talinn, Estonia. Did you know that Talinn was the birthplace of marzipan? Or that there was a whole (if tiny) museum devoted to it? Before this trip I didn’t, but one look at the fabulous creations in this tiny basement museum made me realize what I’d been missing. I’ll never look at Shrek in the same way again.
– The Alte Pinakothek in Munich was the only museum we’ve visited where we set off an alarm by being too close to a painting. A security guard was on top of us immediately, but the sight of eleven-year old tears convinced him that it was an innocent accident. He issued a very kind warning, and in the seven years since then, we have never set off another alarm.
– Visiting the Prado museum in Madrid marked my height of organizational and parenting skills. I couldn’t visit Madrid without seeing the Prado, but I knew it would be a tough sell for the girls. So I told them they’d each be an expert on a Spanish painter of their choice. My youngest daughter bought into this when I told her she could do her research on-line, especially when I agreed that she could design a brochure too. She took her expert designation seriously; I’m not exaggerating when I say that we didn’t leave the Prado until we had seen every single Goya on display. (And every Father’s Day, the girls give Andrew a copy of Goya’s masterpiece, “Saturno Devouring his Children”, with great amusement.)