I first encountered the Surgeons' Hall Museums while studying at the University of Edinburgh several years ago. I walked by the building on Nicolson Street for weeks before a sign advertis- ing the museum's connection to Sherlock Holmes finally drew me in. Once inside I was hooked. Despite the cramped quarters and the aging permanent exhibition, the objects and the narratives, so intertwined with Edinburgh's medical history, shone. And though the displays often seemed ancient, the medical themes and connections to everyday life felt very contemporary. I returned many times, often dragging along friends and acquaintances.
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