The museum of Oxford is the little brother of the big, mesmerizing museum in Oxford, the Ashmoleon. The latter is apparently the biggest university museum in the whole world. I never knew that. However, the museum of Oxford is quite interesting as well. Apart from boring information about medieval Oxford, there are slide shows in full swing which thwart a tedious afternoon. The implementation of human-size dolls makes a visit worthwhile too. For noughties or unruly kids who are in a frenzy of busyness, there’s even a theater where you can dump your offspring. If you like to know more about Oxford’s modern history, your peckishness is alleviated as well. There is a copious supply of info about the last couple of decades, how Oxford evolved from an industrial town to the British cornerstone of science. If you rather prey on ordinary life, you can comb the museum to your hearts content. It is not that interesting so as to rave about, though I don’t want your expectations to slump. If your a scourge of local museums, though, you will end up with an antipodal opinion. A major contributor to that is the abundance of signs upon the walls, among which the one with the bicycle one it which you see above. ”Cyclists only” it says. I wish we had only cyclists on the roads nowadays. Less pollution, less obese children and less insurance costs, so the government has money to get around. Anyway, I aberrate. As you probably can understand, I like to sound off. I don’t want to startle people, I only want to let them know the truth, without jazzing it up. I am indebted to you to talk some more about the museum, though. Don’t take your pals there, because it will turn out that they’re human baits for boredom. It’s unlikely that a hidden fascination for museums pops out. Moreover, foil the possibility of seeing them turn into pesky teenagers. I haven’t got the intention to sound pejorative, I only want to give you a good advice. The museum of Oxford is not too bad, only paying one visit will get around.
