Seurasaari as an open museum, is not going well with me. What are such other jarring notions?
Museums are wonderlands. Salarjung museum is the first one I have been to. As a kid I liked the ceramic dolls.
Why would a cold country celebrate the end of summer? That too with a Bonfire.
The poem reels us in with the mention of place and Vendace but fails to take us along.
Ivory chairs in Salarjung museum.
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