I usually avoid the museum's top floor, where (so to speak) æsthetics has completed an angry, bitter divorce from her spouse utility, and where she pretends that she is happy with her hollow freedom, while also trying to convince herself (and us) that she is still young and beautiful. Her cold, heartless ex-husband utility is enjoying his freedom by manufacturing generic pre-fabricated buildings at the lowest possible cost.
So in the basement I remain, surrounded by the decorative arts, which are children of a happy marriage. Besides Western European and American decorative arts, the basement also contains art from Egypt, sub-Saharan Africa, and Oceania, which also embody this same spirit of harmony.
In the basement you can also find an excellent gift shop and café, both well worth patronizing.
A ceramic squirrel bottle.
A charming depiction of femininity, nearly lost in our age.
Chivalry, at its best, adhered to the command "Love your enemies", and cared for honor more than victory. Chronicles often show bitter enemies becoming friends due to honorable conduct during warfare.
Chain mail. This had to be cleaned by rolling it around in a barrel full of sand or oily sawdust.
A crossbow and a crank used for pulling the bow back.
The museum has several Egyptian mummies. Requiescant in pace.
These are just crude snapshots, but I hope you enjoyed them!
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