About as odd as it gets, the History of the Fowler Brotherhood celebrates what is essentially a male-only cult of hunters who wear strange hats, worship a silver chicken and have their very own king. In existence since 1565, the history of the Brotherhood is laid out courtesy of a series of oil paintings, guns, teapots, photographs and, inside the Sharpshooters’ Hall, a glass case containing the mystical chicken that appears to be the focus of all the fuss. Top marks for wackiness, it’s unlikely you’ll leave any more enlightened as you were when you went in. Precisely what rain was invented for.

Admission 6/4zł, Wed free.