I'm writing this a week or so after returning from our quick trip to St. Louis and I still don't know how to describe City Museum. I actually attempted to described it to my hair stylist yesterday and realized that my vocabulary simply isn't adequate.
My initial impression: This isn't a museum. Museums are supposed to be quiet and tidy. This place was, in a word, rambunctious. The sign that read, "There are no maps- explore!" freaked out my Type A side. What kind of place doesn't allow you to plan out your adventure?!
But after I got over my initial hesitation I realized this was my inner child's most perfect playground. And that's what City Museum is: a perfect urban playground. A mix of the playful and the curious and the old and the industrial. The ball pit and the gargoyles aren't opposites of play- they're just two different versions of it. The rope swing and the indoor treehouse and the insect collection and the miniature village and the ten story slide- they're all a version of play and discovery. A beautiful mixture of physics and art and biology and design.