Comments on: Things you are not allowed to do in an Estonian museum

By: sarah1976

sarah1976 — Fri, 29 May 2009 12:59:39 +0000

Wow. Estonia just shot up several spots on my travel priorities list.

Although I will have to work hard to control my proclivity for public jam-outs.

By: Esperia

Esperia — Thu, 28 May 2009 14:01:52 +0000

Really great – Estonian museums must be interesting places. Brava!

By: The Blue Suitcase

The Blue Suitcase — Thu, 28 May 2009 10:06:13 +0000

I’ve just discovered your blog! What fun! You have a super collection of expat blogs to look through, too–the best I’ve seen! Looking forward to more.

By: ian in hamburg

ian in hamburg — Wed, 27 May 2009 19:11:53 +0000

Combine the two!

No dancing the funky squat.

By: Mark Reynolds

Mark Reynolds — Wed, 27 May 2009 17:00:19 +0000

Those Estonians – such killjoys.

By: Expat Traveler

Expat Traveler — Wed, 27 May 2009 15:54:42 +0000

definitely… I personally love the no pooping signs you get in parks for dogs.. What are they just supposed to hold it in? And another odd question… What happens if you really have to go??? Not allowed to use a public toilet?

By: CanadianSwiss

CanadianSwiss — Wed, 27 May 2009 13:15:29 +0000

This is too funny!

By: A Touch of Dutch

A Touch of Dutch — Wed, 27 May 2009 12:02:46 +0000

Brilliant! They need to put those signs in more places around the world…

By: parlezvouskiwi

parlezvouskiwi — Wed, 27 May 2009 10:45:48 +0000

Hahahahha that is so hilarious!

But I did know of an incident in a castle museum up in the Scottish Highlands while I was there where a guy was dancing and knocked over a very expensive marble lady statue. Ooops.

By: tqe / Adam

tqe / Adam — Wed, 27 May 2009 09:19:37 +0000

I'm almost curious enough to ask what events prompted those specific policies.

Dancing in a museum shouldn't harm anything...

However, I have heard of crap in a museum:

Any remaining hope for Ondrej was destroy when he showed us an untitled work performed in Prague in 2004, when he and several other Czech artists shit in front of works by the director of the Czech National Gallery. It was a vague form of protest (and bio-hazard) with no apparent effect. The film elicited only one question from Weimar’s cultural elite: “How did you all shit at the same time?” I leaned over to No Nickname Guy and whispered, “Didn’t he just say that shit wasn’t shocking?”See Schleckt Kunst...