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Mature Flâneur
Snooping Through Drawers in a Strangers’ House
Open house in Andorra
I felt like Goldilocks in the house of the three bears. I was in their kitchen. I was in their living room. I was in their bedrooms, examining the linens in their drawers. It felt so…transgressive. — Tim, inside Casa Cristo.
I’ve visited enough ethnography museums in my life to keep expectations low. Ethnography is a branch of anthropology that deals with the observation and description of human cultures, which for me is a main reason to travel. Human culture? Sign me up! Sadly, all too often these museums simply showcase piles of junk gleaned from old farmhouses. It’s museum curation via yard sale. I often leave depressed, rather than informed.
But because I am a desperately curious chappie, I can’t quit museums. To me, they are windows into the soul of a people, a chance to understand how they tell the story of themselves to themselves. So even an exhibit that seems careless and cruddy tells me something about people’s attitudes towards their past.











