Upon walking in, there was a bunch of old books (and by old I don’t mean old I mean like 1980.) written by Swiss people about stuff that has nothing to do with history.
It has no chronological order, terrible signage for directing you to actual historic exhibits, and the gift shop was like a crappy pop up shop you would find in a hipster street side market. Unless you’re into trees, or random books written by Swiss people, then you’re going to dread this place.
