
Old worn wood smell. Oily cast iron. Flaking tin ceilings.

Lovely, lovely apothecary shelves. And tell me with complete honesty you've never wanted to glide on one of those rolling ladders before. You can't.
And there was a romantic/industrial skylight. I spent much more time in this room than the others...especially the creepy basement. Horror movie stuff down there. Definite "vibes".

It was a grand time. You should go. Oh, yeah, we learned a lot, too. Of course!
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I visited the museum a few years ago with my granddaughters. They were totally creeped out by the upstairs, and the storage room, I think it was. I loved it and want to go back on my own to spend hours and hours browsing. There's lots to see.
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