Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Wax Museum In New York

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The moment I stepped out of the subway of 42nd Street in Manhattan, I was overwhelmed with a sense of wonder. The kind that let you know everything that there is to see on Broadway, at the same time, reminding you that you have neither the time nor the resources for such adventure. I stood still for a moment, admiring the extraordinary, bright neon signs. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone in search of the famous Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in New York. As the location appeared on my phone, I started walking toward it. Right now you’re probably thinking, “Oh boy, this is going to be an adventure on Broadway!” But it is not; it is tale of my view on New York City, the city that never sleeps. I did not see the famous Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. Instead, I missed the sign and went to Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Museum. It wasn’t really disappointing, but sort of not worth the thirty dollars I spent for admission. The Revolving Tunnel was fascinating though. As I exited the Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Museum, believe it or not, the Wax Museum was right next to it. Not even 20 feet, I was thoroughly upset at myself for missing it, but I lost interest in museums when I left Ripley’s Believe it or Not! Museum. I …show more content…
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