Our adventures in Wynwood are always full of "oohs & aahhhs!", but stumbling on something like this literally left us speechless. It was like climbing through a hole and landing in a history book. The layers upon layers of paint and stickers were unreal, and told a rich story of who was here, and who was here before them. Empty paint cans littered the dilapidated museum. Each corner turned left my heart racing. What would I find? What would I see? Would someone else find or see me? It was a rush to say the least. I could have spent the entire day there, but a few quick minutes was all I got. These are the artifacts of Wynwood. These walls hold it's history in a secret and sacred place. The heart and soul of a community disguised by a rough shell. What an honor to see it for myself.
