These places...

There are many.

No - really. Step out the door, walk down the road. Chances are there's one in easy walking distance.

What, pubs?
No Alter - museums.

They're all over the place - towns, cities, aerodromes...in the middle of nowhere...

Today we went to see the Museum of Civilization (bloody Canadian spelling). Thinking that 5 hours or so should be enough (and not really wanting to get out of bed) we got there for 12.
You lazy git.

Yep.

And reading the floor plan, add up the recommended time for each floor...about 3 hours to see the entire thing, with perhaps another 45 minutes for the IMax theatre. This sounded...somewhat reasonable.

So, you can just imagine, three and a half hours later, I was still on the first level. Of four.

The second floor we just bypassed - we'd go back if there was time.
Ha ha ha.

Then the third level...I started meandering though, looking at the exhibits, the setup scenes...I was harangued by a 18th century french inn keeper/mistress...

Perhaps a third of the way through, Isabelle decided to take matters into her own hands. She dragged me through the rest of the level. Long enough to see things...as we walked by.

On the fourth level there was barely enough time to read the headings as I was hustled past. I think it was famous Canadians. But I could have been wrong.

A whole level in less then 10 minutes.

I blame the guidelines. You'd think they'd include time for people to read things...

As it was, we got out 5 minutes before closing.