In all honestly, I didn’t really think that much of the gallery. I wouldn’t say it was a waste of time, but it just felt boring and didn’t catch my attention. The gallery consisted solely of old photographs that I probably could’ve found on my own in a textbook or something. The woman guiding the “tour” didn’t really seem that engaged in the photographs either. My memory of the photographs themselves is very limited, but there was nothing that stuck out or resonated with me. I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t appreciate art.