This was the most boring museum I have ever been to. The HC Andersens House Museum, meant to showcase the writings of a genius. Instead, the entire place is filled with GRAY AND WHITE muted surroundings. When you enter, you're forced to put your stuff in a locker, God know's why, because there is nothing you could steal, because there's literally nothing on display. The entire museum is made of circular walls with "movies" displayed on them (if you can call them that, because just as the rooms, the "movies" are also completely BLACK AND WHITE with minimal movement). The movies come with small tidbits of voiced info which are laced in unnecessary pandering, half of the info wasn't even relevant. You had to activate them by stepping on a circle while wearing a headphone, which feels like a brick on your head, and after wearing it for 1 hour it also heats up to the point where you're beginning to question whether or not your hair will burn and fall off. Did no one ever stop to think and ask a writer for their input on this horrible show?

I AM A WRITER BY PROFESSION. This is literally my job and I was SO excited to enter a museum based on a writer, only to find out that it has nothing, and I mean nothing, to do with writing at all. No one is ever even prompted to participate, let alone to see what it is like to write. What it is like to actually fantasize and dream.

All the rooms are bland, dull, devoid of emotion, there is not an inkling of fantasy present, except in the children's playroom, which was probably the highlight of our day there. The rest of the museum is so boring, not just the kids skip everything but the adults do too.

This place is not an ode to a magical writer, but an abysmal presumption of what it must be like to be a writer created by those who do not possess even a smidge of creativity. IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A DULL, GRAY TONE-DEAF MUTED HOSPITAL, which is what this museum was cosplaying as. Writing is vivid, full of colors, voices, faces, places, imagery plucked from the sky and into my brain and out, like picking flowers off an endlessly growing tree that we can fly through.

Never in my life have I been so offended by a museum, because they got it ALL WRONG. This is NOT how writers write, this is NOT what it's like to be a writer, this is NOT what writers see when they imagine the stories.

I KNOW. BECAUSE I AM ONE. And I can 100% tell this entire museum was created by people who have never written a single story in their entire life.

The ONLY plus side to visiting here is that you get a free pass to also visit his parent's house, which was more interesting than the entirety of the museum.