One of the great things about living in the national capital is that it’s so easy to go to the “national” version of everything – national library, national botanic gardens, and the national museum.
On the not unreasonable assumption that there’d be something on 1850s Australia, CJ and I went to the National Museum today. I wrote about it at weekend notes.
And we saw a replica bark and iron hut built inside the museum:
In case you’re wondering, it smells like tree.
Think it’s embarrassing to sniff museum exhibits? Think again.
Tomorrow’s entry is the infamous KARAOKE OF LOUISENESS!
Flee! Flee for your dignity!