Museum of Science

I can't tell if it was my nerd side or my child side that made me want to go here. Maybe it was both? But, I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a very hands-on museum with the intention to show and prove all sorts of scientific things ranging from physics, illusions, chemistry, and biology. It was a beautiful 3 floor museum right off the river which very quickly took up 3 hours of my day (and I didn't even get to see everything before they closed!!

There was loads of taxidermy as well. And even a real fossil of a dinosaur!

The last thing that I got to see (before they closed) was the butterfly exhibit. It was practically a green house on the roof. Gorgeous.

This was the mirror they made us check for hitch-hikers before we left the room. This little guy seemed to be quite the fan of it.

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"We are sorry, you did not match to any position."

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