One of the newer "must-see" venues is of course The Museum of Human Rights, which we viewed from many angles, this time (background photo) from an enjoyable cheap and short narrated river tour. (Our guide being a member of a band, The Fretless, who'd played this summer at our own Newfoundland and Labrador Folk Festival - small world!)
I hadn't researched the museum beforehand, and had assumed it was a portrayal of our Human Rights record as a nation, but no, the entirety of global humanity's triumphs and failures is on display. It is a site that could suck you dry emotionally quite easily. I think once I recognized the scope of its exhibition mandate I put up a mentally protective shell so as to not let it darken my vacation too much.
Granted, the architecture of the space is designed with the last of the gallery spaces conveying a message of hope, as you physically rise through the seven storey structure (by traversing a long series of alabaster encased ramps) from the events of the past to those of the present.