After a sumptuous, eye-mask aided sleep-in, I decided to give the Bratislava museums another go and sought the City Gallery or Galleries as I discovered, which is a characteristic of Bratislava - their major museums and galleries are often split over a number of locations. Once again, each entrance was inauspicious to the point of being an OHS hazard. If there was a fire would we all be able to pile out the single door entrance? Probably, if today's attendances were any indication. I was the only patron at both locations and once again, a single (or in one case there were two), older attendant rose from their seat to switch on the lights and watch me as I walked around. In one case it was a younger man, possibly autistic who actually sighed audibly when he switched levels and discovered that yes, I wanted to walk around those rooms too. Maybe they are taking their roles as custodians of artworks a bit too seriously and have forgotten how to reach their audiences? A shame, when the content and exhibitions weren't bad and had included English labels (most of the time) in addition to the Slovak ones. The older staff rarely spoke English but knew how to point. At the City Museum, infrastructure was similar, and perhaps in this case they were so keen to get patrons, they didn't want them to leave, as the single brown exit door was the only one without any signage whatsoever, making it difficult to work out how to get out! This museum had a big focus on wine and wine making btw; shame I'm having a few days off or I would have tried the tasting experience down in the cellar.
And to finish the day, I waited until I thought the weather was cooler to visit Slavin, a memorial monument and military cemetery about a 35 minute walk away. As I walked through the city, I saw the temperature of 32 degrees on a large digital thermometer, so maybe it had heated up instead. A 35 minute walk up a steep hill and a jog Rocky style up the steps later I was at the memorial. Descriptions of Slavin, have described said that it offers a beautiful view on the whole Bratislava and it is often a choice for couples who come to hide here from public and spend some romantic time with their halves. This was certainly the case for one couple caught in a tongue-lock when I walked by; not that they were that hidden from the public with enough tourists visiting to break the solitude. Of a more serious note, It is the burial ground for almost 7,000 Soviet Army soldiers who fell during World War II while taking over the city in April 1945.