At first sight, the dark palatial East Slovak Museum looks like yet another musty & old-fashioned chant to a bygone era, unatractively cluttered with precious objects and full of unreadable labels typed back in the 1950s…
On closer inspection, and after some minutes being absorbed by the alergy-inducing rarefied air, you realise this museum is inhabited by a truly memorable family of creatures… the Orangy-Leather Chair Clan, dedicated, if you pay them attention, to give you directions in no uncertain terms.
|Don’t go up||Don’t go down||Careful, the door
|Don’t touch the radiator||Don’t go through these doors|
Mmm… not sure about this one but, probably
Don’t open the window (code for: don’t jump!!)
I was on my own throughout the endless corridors and tomb-like rooms… but these bossy chairs didn’t allow me to feel alone for one second. It felt impertinent on their part, at first. But you can guess a dry wink here and there. I think they meant well.
The Leathery Chair Clan deserve a badge of honour as the true & relentless guardians, chaperons and champions for this long-suffering, nostalgic and true-to-form Museum.