If only Sir Bannister Fletcher could have described the fun that is to be had in travelling through time, or even if had just paused for a moment in the production of his dry old tome to suggest that if one popped into the museum in Metz for just one afternoon all would become clear as crystal, none of those pre-exam nightmares would have been necessary and the study of history could have been a joy.
It’s a small museum really, the kind that one would think would take an hour to whizz through whilst on route to something more important. However the intertwining of the history of the town set chronologically within the labyrinthine course through the building captivates us every time we visit. The chambers themselves become something of a metaphor for the ups and downs of the city in the thousands of years it records as we wend our way over and through their multiple levels and its many cultures. It’s a simple collection, but far from scattered yet the custodians are well aware of its magnetism, allowing a return visit in the nominal cost of each entry.
Our new favourite game involves looking statutes in the eye and trying to figure out what the subjects were thinking at the time their pose was captured. Clearly in the above scene, her tongue lashing had gone on to the point where the silent treatment was about to begin, her icy stare a hint that all was not well within this relationship. Perhaps we had interrupted his exasperation mid expletive? It must have been quite embarrassing for him really to have to hold that pose until we had disappeared into the next gallery.
We returned several times, but never caught them out.
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I love your game. You might have figured out what is going on with these two.
Sounds like a fine museum. Hope I remember if I ever find myself in Metz.
You MUST find Metz Jack!
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