Most of the museum staff were absolutely lovely-except for the self-proclaimed sheriff on the…read moresecond floor who apparently moonlights as the head of the purse patrol. This man decided my small handbag was some sort of security threat and dramatically asked me to leave the museum. Never mind that I'd already strolled past five other staff ( including the one at the entrance ) who said it was perfectly fine.
So there I was, trekking back to the entrance, ready to exit in shame-only to be told, "Oh, don't worry, he does that all the time." Ah yes, every good museum needs it's resident tyrant to keep things interesting.
The museum itself? Decent, if you like your exhibits laid out like a scavenger hunt designed by someone with commitment issues. The cafe, however, redeemed the experience-especially the kind lady working there and their cute photo corner. Honestly, she should be running the place.