On a whim I entered the Archaeological Museum, only to find out that it was closing in 20 minutes. Lucky for me, Sundays are free, so I took advantage of my twenty minutes and asked the museum workers for a recommendation.
"Third floor."
"Oh, third floor, yes."
"Third floor, on your left."
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| Upper left: broach made with a pretty rock during the iron age Upper middle: stone figurines that look a helluva lot like bears to me Upper right: repeatedly patched pot Lower left: a bunch of pendants and other jewelry Lower middle: A doll's head? Lower right: more broaches |
- the patience of of stone carvers. You know that had to take forever, rubbing two rocks together until you finally make a groove.
- the patching on old clay pots. If something gets a crack today, you throw it away. I could tell these pots had been mended over and over again by the layers of extra clay smooshed along the insides of the pots, and the cracks visible on the outside.
- the detail on the metal work, and the variety of artifacts from the metal ages compared to the stone. I loved all the jewelry. They had broaches! How long have we known the power of the spring?!
I was shocked to turn a corner and find an entire wall of ancient Egyptian tablets, with no glass separating me from touching them. (I did not touch them, for the record) At first I thought they may not be authentic, since they had so little protection, but there was a sign explaining that one of them had been removed for restoration work. (!!!)
On an unrelated note, I found this hidden gem at the top of an enormous hill. How could I not take a picture of the pig-butt sign?
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