We arrived in good enough spirits. We paid to park in the garage (amazingly the only cost of the day as the museum is completely free) and then caught the monorail up to the main site. It was a nice, slow moving ride up to the top of the hill where the museum is, and you get a great view of Santa Monica and West Hollywood to entertain you on the ride up. Instead of admiring the view though, I should have been paying attention, because somewhere along the ride something happened that sent our day at the museum in to a spiral.
Silly me. Whatever time-space continuum we passed through on the monorail had done a complete demolition job on our children's attitude, and it wasn't reverting to normal any time soon. We started making our way through the museum, which is absolutely packed with fantastic exhibits by Monet, Degas, Van Gogh and Picasso. I could take up page after page here telling you about how amazing some of the art was, and what kind of impact it had on me. I'm pretty sure my kids could tell you that there was a bench in the middle of each room that they could sit on. I'm 100% sure that they could tell you all about the one room that didn't have a bench in it, as it was almost cause for a mutiny when we paused for a second, leaving them with no place to sit. If my kids remember anything of the J. Paul Getty museum, it would be how comfortable the benches were.
It certainly wasn't quite the horizon expanding experience that we'd hoped for, but it's definitely not the museum's fault. The J.Paul Getty Museum is an amazing treasure, with its awe inspiring architecture only overshadowed by it's huge collection of art masterpieces. I'd love to go back some day and properly explore the museum (we only covered about half) but if our kids are with us, there's going to be some different ground rules laid out. There will be no sitting in every room, no Angry Birds, and we'll be walking up to the top. I'm not chancing whatever happens on that monorail again.