The best part of killing time while waiting for a ship to separate you from your home-on-wheels is the chance to wander aimlessly. Which, for us, means stopping any time we see evidence of a town museum. Panama seems to be covered in them — and even if they’re closed there’s usually a note with directions to the house of someone who has a key. Actually tracking down the keeper of dusty museum keys makes more sense that it might seem. Because in these municipal, part-time, all-volunteer museums we discover how deeply Panamanians treasure their collective story. When we find one featuring Darido’s masks, we take it as a sign our commissioned pieces of Panamanian culture are ready for pickup.
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