A supreme example of how not to run a museum. The old battleaxe sitting at the kasa ignored us, staring defiantly at paperwork in spite of our plaintive rattling on the window and a growing queue behind us. We gave up waiting, so we’ve no idea if any exhibitions may have changed since our last visit. Expect cars, of what sort we’ll leave you to find out. Found in the subway beneath Rondo Kaponiera.