I haven’t written about the museum in many months. Did you miss the updates?
It’s summer. The Museum is busy.
I enjoy meeting tourists from all over the world, it’s fun trying to guess what language they’re speaking, and I find it amusing to watch the tour groups dutifully following their tour guide waving something representing a flag, but when I need to greet the time-clock after lunch, I don’t like being stuck behind large family groups blocking the entrance door.
Of course nothing’s changed. I’m still asked for extra bags and whether the item comes with a box, and though most people don’t want to buy anything made in China they don’t want to pay the prices of something made in Italy or the United States …
But since my trip to Spain I understand why tourists want bags for each postcard, and I don’t mind giving them out. Why? Because it was lovely to give my friends postcards from the Prado Museum, in a bag with the words Prado Museum written on it.
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Tee shirt sighting:
Siri is it warm
enough to wear a
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What would you say…?
Man: “Is there a Museum here?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Man: “You know, pictures and so on…”
Woman: Do you have the scarf I saw here last week?
Me: What did it look like?
Woman: I don’t know. But I saw it here last week.
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In the past few weeks I’ve met people from all over the world including
- a group of Museum designers from China (who told me that China currently opens more than one museum a day).
- about two hundred architecture students from Uruguay
A young man from Saudi Arabia gave me a one Riyal note, which he told me equals twenty-five cents.
I asked what one can buy with it
- a group of women who were in Southern California for a Barbie convention
- and a kid who threw up right in front of my Satellite store. It was disgusting, we all covered our noses and felt ill, but the man who came to clean it up didn’t cover his nose or complain about having to clean it up. I felt ashamed.
I can always tell whether the Museum is busy by the lineup snaking out of the Ladies Restroom, and the amount of dishes stacked in the staff break-rooms.
You know how you go into a stall in a public bathroom and see something that turns your stomach, so you run out and go to the next stall?
Do you ever think of the men and women who have to clean whatever it was that turned your stomach?
For obvious reasons I don’t photograph messy bathrooms!
I took these photos of a sink in one of the break rooms on three separate occasions.
Muchas gracias amigas!