A good museum, in my book, prompts you to ask more questions–and to search for answers. And two museums in Venice did that for all four of us. The Fortuny Museum and the Jewish Museum in the Ghetto.
The Fortuny was just provoking in a wonderful way, but also soothing. As we left, two young men asked me if it was worth it. (I am sure they wanted my 20-year-old to answer). And I said, yes, that it is a museum about being unconventional. It was wonderful.
And the Jewish Museum was straight history. The Ghetto in Venice was where the word was invented. And even though the city locked the Jews in at night and made them wear yellow caps to identify themselves, they also were integral to the success of the city.
Photos by Gavriela.