I was five years old when I first visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art. (way back in 1995). I remember climbing up hundreds of steps super slowly and then suddenly being surrounded by hundreds of crazy people on roller blades. My mother was rather nervous about the situation. I remember wondering why they picked this location. After that day my mother always brought us in the back entrance to the museum, so we wouldn’t be hit by an out-of-control blader.
maybe this is still a popular activity?
I was at the art museum for an Art of India assignment. I was forced to cross the street and go to the Perelman building to check out a great exhibit on Kantha (embroidered quilts from bengal). It is a charming but small building that is often neglected by the average museum visitor. Probably worth a visit if you have mythical free time.
