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On my recent world trip with my aging but enthusiastic neighbour Edna Ross, whose enthusiasm waned somewhat when she discovered we would be sharing accommodation.
On our second day, we visited the museum of Upper Slobyabib. To our dismay there appeared only one entrance, which demanded NO ENTRY in large letters. Our map indicated another entry point, but it was hidden behind a souvenir shop.
Once inside, the museum was magnificent. The Republic of Upper Slobyabib was an ancient republic with a history going back a long way.
Edna was fascinated by the traditional costumes having been a seamstress in her younger days.
We found it difficult to find the exit, and after much investigation found it hidden behind the 16th Century exhibition of battle implements.
Back at our hotel, I was subjected to Edna’s photo record of our visit. This was something I was to bear for the rest of our trip.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/08/20/fffaw-challenge-179th/
Morpethroad 
Museum games – enter a certain era in history and exit from another 🙂
Yes so true, there’s often a method in their madness.
Can’t say it’s convinced me to rush off to Slobyabib for a visit! Good fun Michael 🙂
I think its one of those places Iain which could best be described as an acquired taste.
I love museums but Edna might make me pause. Sound like a fun trip!
Thanks so much for your comment.
Hahahaha! He has to endure Edna’s pictures! I have a feeling it will be a long vacation! LOL! Great story, Michael!
Thanks so much Joy.
Perhaps Enda’s photo’s could be dispatched to this site for prompts. I enjoyed read this story.
Thanks so much Michael that’s an interesting thought you have about the photos.
You had me at the first sentence😊☺️
Thanks you give me the nicest comments
He’ll just have to grin and bear it I guess, or grimace and bare it.
Lol…I guess so..
hahha.. Michael.. the opening was the spark