I arrived at The Walt Disney Family Museum by foot, overdressed, drenched in sweat, having underestimated San Francisco’s fickle weather once again. This made me start my visit in a way every museum must secretly dream of — straight from the gift shop. I grabbed a fleece adorned with a museum logo, a hat with barely-recognizable silhouettes of the seven dwarves, and — as ridiculous as it might have seemed — wore them out. Thus branded, I started my exploration of the place I’ve heard of for ages, but never before bothered to visit.
Who would’ve expected some random “family museum” in the faraway Presidio to amount to much? Certainly not me. But what I found were great exhibits, incredible production values, and so much to learn and enjoy even for a non-Disney fan like myself.