Alas del museo a las que regreso

Eleven places I keep an annual membership to, mostly so guilt outweighs the ticket price. I rate them the way I rate a long novel or a full baseball season — not by the opening chapter, but by whether I want to go back for the ninth inning. Some are grand halls you circle for hours, others are one good room you visit like an old friend. The lake view is never required, but it never hurts either. Takeaway: pace yourself, wear good shoes, and skip the gift shop until the end.