Since none of the exhibits have descriptive labels (not even the pictures), and since the only custodians are apparently retired and utterly dejected gondoliers, the visitor's spirits steadily fall.
One enters to some fine well-heads and other sculpture, not very different from the stock-in-trade of the ordinary dealer in antiquity who has filched a palace.

On the next floor is a library; but I found the entrance barred.

On the next is a series of rooms, the museum proper.

In the first are weapons, banners, and so forth.

In the second is a vast huddle of pictures, mostly bad copies, but patience may discover here and there an original by a good hand not at its best.