Helmet and Bottles in their museum, we saw the helmet and the bottles, (oil and water?) so much we have forgotten! so much i never knew! cool museum. bottles carved from alabaster, clay jars baked in ancient kilns now nestled on glass shelves on display, mere thousands of years later. the helmet tells another story: mobs of murderous monkeys confront each other. roaring self praise, ugly threats, screaming insults, biting, scratching, making some show! we do what we can, trying to be more than we are. we went into the museum out of curiosity, we went alone; other tourists walked on by, we are two kinds of people: oil and water. helmet and bottles.