Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature (Museum of Hunting and Nature)
LIZ SAYS: You wouldn’t think I was a museum of hunting kind of a girl, but turns out, I kinda am.
Its a weird and glorious hodgepodge of creepy stuffed animals bigger than you and me, and current commentary on the awareness of the dark side of a bullet.
It goes on to celebrate the fetish of gunnery. Actual rifles decorated with such floral flourish that, surely, they could not be instruments of death and maiming.
Pet love abounds with loving portraits of beloved canines and mega-butch studded metal collars so large that they would make crowns on an adult human head.
But, it is also a place of mirth, with a white boars head that roars occasionally. His eyes also move around suspiciously.
There is a great guard who loves to show all the little oddities, like the mouse in the hole painted on the wall near a doorway or the dog paw prints in the tiled floor. His glee was truly infectious. He pointed and giggled at the gun with the bent barrel. “Who could you shoot?”, then continued to explain, in French, how the gun would just explode if one tried to use it.
The exhibition of targets is bizarre in its imagery, I mean who would want to shoot Icarus? But, then, what do I know about hunting?
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