We hit up our next museum a couple of days later—the Milwaukee Public Museum. After we got over the sticker shock that accompanied the $17 apiece price tag to a "public" museum, we settled in to enjoy a truly weird place. Chartered in 1882, the museum is sort of a natural history museum, sort of an anthropology museum, or something. The main exhibit hall is all fossils and skeletons, and then, inexplicably, an array of life-size dioramas of European villages from an unspecified time period. We moved from house scene to house scene along a cobblestone path, like walking in a life-size Christmas Village. The French room was a kitchen, with a lady taking bread out of an oven and rows and rows and rows of baguettes. Austria was represented by a violin maker, Poland by pierogies, Czech by vánoka, Italy by a swarthy lady in fringe, and the list goes on and on and on. And on. I was overwhelmed by how many villages there used to be in Europe, and then I wondered why they were all here in this museum in Milwaukee.