Hyde Park Barracks Museum
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Possible solutions can present themselves walking around on the first two floors. Turn a corner to face a phantom stair case and that's it, the chase falls into the void and into history the gravel will roll. So it is that renders the second guessing of time, the passing glance and a future walk.
Shuffling boots on loose gravel stirs up the kinds of things that makes the eyes wince when standing down wind. And those black cats that seem to occupy what are now two of the museums of the Heritage Houses Trust do really mind.
Quick flash of the Tickets Through Time and it's a swing into the Hyde Park Barracks Museum. Of the convicts, by the convicts, for the convicts. At least initially, and then the decades churn out differing uses and occupations of the landmark building and grounds.
Carving out the old and walking over the new, the interjection with intersections leaves an hour dead and on the floor, undone by the sheer mass of text combing with back stories, asides and timelines.
Across the spectrum, the artifacts range from cold to even colder. Standing over the air vents cools the arms, freezing them to the reset point. Feet above on the second and third floors tip in some more of that dust. Looking up isn't the best idea.
At the counter they suggest an hour for the entire walk and survey of the rooms and holds of the Barracks. This doesn't, perhaps with all time, count the copious slabs and slabs of text choking out the second floor. Over two and a half hours later, not everything manages to find a way in.
Soon Van - Monday, 16 October 2006 - 10:33
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