For a town that takes itself too seriously, it's strange to find at least three museums dedicated to the playthings of past times. But nostalgia, it seems, is a niche worth carving, and the Children Little Museum at Bussorah Street offers an artless window into the leftovers of long-lost childhoods.
A little curiosity shop cum chill-out corner below, the second-floor archive is guarded by injection moulded robots with propulsive nipples and manned by the invisible spirits of vanishing trades. Offended by an exhibition of idleness, the ghosts of professions past insist on defying their latter-day lords to re-animate their tools with living hands and resurrect the shadow of an age when games were down-to-earth and the days were long enough for unstructured discoveries and hours of undimmed distractions.
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