The tunnel quiets you down. You can feel the weight of hill on your head. It is is a subterranean escape from the oppressive summer heat. It takes you from the parking lot to the old elevator that pulls you up through the hill to the top where you exit back into the heat of the day and shoves you towards the entrance of the museum.
As a child I tried to prolong that walk. My nose pressed to the glass of those dioramas. Trying to get inside the scenes and feel the life they portrayed.
This little scene from IlaBoom brought back all the memories. The dimly lit box with a mysterious something to stare at. Its a lovely piece of art. Please visit her shop at http://www.etsy.com/shop/ILaBoomhttp://www.etsy.com/shop/ILaBoom