' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Midnight At The Museum

Midnight at the museum & the costumes come alive paintings step from the walls just in time for the Grand Ball & in the moonlight on all its magnicent opulence it is St, Petersburg as the century turns. Morning blossoms over a Dutch canal & the ghosts of exhibts take their stands as the hoards of tourists hunger for their glory. * Down in the museum's kitchen a talking shadow comes to life on the wall peels potatoes & chants 'bout this 'n' that what it was like we stand entranced as history unwinds the normal day to day stuff of existence as we leave we leave the shadow talking to herself unaware that there is noone there. ********** Our visit to the Hermitage in Amsterdam(AT THE COURT OF THE TSAR) showed us wealth beyond all means...as headless...footless...handless dumnies wore thier ballgowns and uniforms in a surreal display of how it was...manikin after manikin as if waiting for the music to begin. In another room they all revolved on a tinkly faded carouse...it was like walking with ghosts! Downstairs in the former kitchen of the old folks home a display had a talking shadow cast upon the wall relating information. It existed whether we were there or not....going endless over the same story as if a ghost had returned to her old haunts...a rather chatty old ghost peeling potatoes in a shadowy world. From old folks home to grand museum...even the buildings don't stay the same!