The door to the museum. You will notice it's kind of big. On the inside, forgive them, but they don't have a lot of Andy Warhol originals because they are just too expensive. This is an itty bitty town in a country that barely had enough pensioners to abandon to be allowed into the European Union, let alone public works to sell off. So what they have done, and it's quite touching, is feature Andy Warhol in the context of his family, who all live within walking distance. There are works by his brother and his cousins and his uncles. Lots of newspaper clippings. It's like being in a great big scrapbook. And they have copies of things, and they do have some Major Donated pieces; and they elide over some of the more urban aspects of his life. It's like being inside his grandma's scrapbook. Which you more or less are.