Seeing the relics of history housed here (Smithsonian's casket, the piece of Plymouth Rock, the chunk of Joan of Arc's cell, and on and on and on) was great. It's not a long visit, but the security was my highlight. The guard thought something smelled good as he was checking my bag. Turned out to be my sweater. We had a really great, really extended hug. I wanted to trade him for his security jacket, but no dice.
Own or manage this property? Claim your listing for free to respond to reviews, update your profile and much more.