I think that when you are spending an afternoon with John, things are bound to be magical, and the Museum of Jurassic Technology is always a good idea. With John, it's only that much better. They still have the dioramas of trailer homes put together carefully by the Creative Land Use people next door. And they still have the micro-miniature sculptures and the folk remedies and the light is still so dim that you might suspect you're in a haunted house, only now there is an upstairs as well.
If you make your way back past the bats that fly through walls and the human horns and the geometric diagrams of maybe something to do with the theatre, there is a staircase. And if you follow it up and up and up, past the logic alphabet and the portraits of dogs in the Russian space program, there is a small elf who will serve you tea from a large bronze urn - tea in dignified glass goblets. There are candles all about and cushions built into nooks in the wall and vases of lilies and the loveliest curtains.
The in and outside of the door to the MJT are quite like two different worlds. I am reminded of Invisible Cities and travel and the other world.
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