I drove past the old Queensland Museum in Gregory Terrace this morning and was pleased to see that there's been plenty of progress on its restoration. I felt a rush of nostalgia as I remembered what a wonderful place the museum had seemed to me as a child, and how the new museum doesn't fill me with the same sense of awe. As a child, I imagined the old museum to be some sort of musty, haunted mansion where scary, yet interesting, things were to be found. The new museum may contain some interesting things but, for me at least, it's a just a big concrete bunker that lacks character and soul.