A few days ago Auckland’s heat and humidity got the better of me. Once upon a time, I would have gone to the beach to cool off; after all, the city is surrounded by water. But it’s still school holidays, and I couldn’t face the prospect of driving on congested roads to a busy beach, to then drive round and round looking for a parking space before trying to claim a little patch of sand and sea.
Instead I sought respite from the weather at the Auckland Museum; a wonderfully cool (in every sense of the word) neo-classical building with high ceilings and large airy galleries. The Museum has been a place of refuge for as long as I can remember. Although several refurbishments and re-organisations have led to collections being moved around, there are few – if any – new exhibits. And that is part of the pleasure. I know where everything is and take enormous pleasure in seeking out artifacts like old friends.
When the boy-child was small, museum outings were fairly frequent. While he loved playing in the two dedicated child-friendly galleries, he was also totally fascinated with the Marine Collection and could spend ages looking at the shell collections, mounted on wire and preserved behind glass. As these were well above the height of a two year old, this particular part of each expedition tended to involve holding him up to the cases until my arms ached. Visiting again, without my boy-child in tow, I was able to appreciate the beauty of the shells — and the irony of viewing them so far from the beach on a summer’s day.
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