Up bright and early and off to the museum. I got there just after opening, perfect. It’s a huge place. So much stuff, too much to take in. Outside they have a number of aircraft on display, some of which you can enter. Like an Air France Concorde and the Russian version, the TU-144.
On the inside of the two giant sheds there are cars, bikes, trucks, trains, tanks, organs (the large pipe sort, with built in drums and saxophones!) and so many variations of each (http://www.flickr.com/photos/zippet/sets/72157626539614436/) The Concorde is tiny inside, two rows of two seats. Not luxury either. You might have got there very fast, but the seats are nothing special. But then again, it was the journey, not the seats that got you on board. The Russian version is very similar. It actually felt a tiny bit more spacious on the inside, but I could be imagining it. I spent quite a few hours wandering around. Definitely worth the visit.
Then I noticed the sign for their sister museum, only 40km away. It has the same sort of thing, but includes a U-boat that you can walk though and a 747 that you can walk out on the wing of, and the Russian space shuttle (Buran) that never actually went into space. The next morning’s plan was set.
I headed back to my hotel to relax for the afternoon.