Narrative:
After finding some parking on the street, we fed the meter and started in the direction of the museum. The sign at the corner pointed us in the right direction and we paused in the plaza outside to wait for my Dad to arrive with our grandparents. Accustomed to the D.C. museums, my family tends to veer towards this type of attraction. A desk atop a faded oriental rug greeted us when we entered, and we gathered some information about the museum. Although I wanted to head straight up the stairs to my right, we made a small detour to a partial exhibit in the corner of the room. The furniture around the room seemed like an eclectic collection, and I wondered if each piece had been donated individually. A bucket perched on the window sill pointed toward a more obvious problem: leaking. We then climbed the highly embellished spiral stair case and begin the tour of the museum.
Quick, sketchy elevations of the site:
Thumbnail sketches:
Diagrams:
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