I love museums. All museums. I’m not concerned with the topic of the exhibition. I adore wandering the halls quietly, stopping when something catches my eye. On the contrary, I relish in feeling autonomous, breezing through a room that lacks creativity or uniqueness. Some days I’d prefer to sit, to admire the people. I witness their attempts to make sense of something that is odd or ugly. Or when people are completely captured by a piece and stand there, time stopping for a moment, lost in their thoughts. I meander the bookshops at the end, indulge in the overpriced cafeteria food.. For this reason I bought a pass to the hundreds of museums, art galleries, palaces and churches that Torino has to offer. My first stop was the Museum of Oriental Art.