Last week, two colleagues and I had quite the unexpected experience at--not a museum, but certainly a historic site--that gave us lots of conversation about interpretation, expectations, surprise, and how you feel when you're confused at a site.
Where was I? I was in Istanbul to do a presentation at the quite amazing Hrant Dink Foundation with Amina Krvavac of the War Childhood Museum in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina and Katia Chornik of Cantos Cautivos (by the way, check out all their inspiring, important work).
We had some free time before our presentation, so we decided to visit a hammam--a traditional Turkish bath--something that none of us had ever done. Our gracious host Nayat Karakose from Hrant Dink sent us here: Galatasaray Hamam. We enter, ponder the different fees (ever do that upon entering a museum--I bet you did!). Finally we decide on a set of services, and just out of curiosity, ask when it opened. "1481" the guy at the front desk tells us. We remove our shoes and discover that no one really speaks much English, but we'll just figure it out, we think. First, a change of shoes into those disposable slippers.
Upstairs we head, ushered by one of the women workers, into individual small rooms with a Turkish towel on a small bed. We figure out we're supposed to change into the towels, and undress and do so, emerging, giggling, for inspection by the woman worker. Evidently not all of our towels are on perfectly, so quick rearranging by her, at which point, mostly naked, we think, "okay, now what?
From there, into a huge domed room to lay down on a large, heated, marble sort-of podium until we are really, really hot...and then are ushered into the massage room for soapy massage, cold water splash and more. More general confusion and laughter all the way around (probably us and the workers both) until we emerged, thoroughly buffed and massaged, swaddled in towels, fully relaxed, to have our glasses of tea by the fountain.
But what did I think about this terms of interpretation and museums? In a way, it was great to be surprised as we went along and that was made so much better by being with friends so we could look at each other with puzzled looks and laugh. It would have been very strange as a solo experience. But equally, a bit of explanation have been useful (interestingly, I found an explanation of the experience on their website just as I was writing this.)
But...and it's the caveat that museums and historic sites should be pondering. Despite the barriers of language, the people working there were very kind. And, to be clear, we came with the privilege of being tourists in a city that sees not as many tourists these days.
Is your museum kind to everyone? Do you know that your museum treats everyone who comes in the door with the same sense of welcome? I once watched the front desk manager (!) at a museum make a young couple spit their gum into a Kleenex she thrust forward as she lectured them about no gum in a museum. I bet those visitors were really reluctant to return, as they were treated as misbehaving schoolkids. You want to treat all your visitors with the same sense of hospitality--not just the ones with whatever privilege you value (explicitly or implicitly). Don't tell me that you know how people are treated at your museum unless you are regularly spending time at the front desk and in the galleries.
My personal takeaways:
- ending up with adventurous, funny, compassionate co-panelists is the best
- it's a good thing to go outside your own comfort zone and be surprised
- kindness always matters
If you've had an experience not in a museum that made you think about the value of interpretation--please share away!