What famous thing surprised you when you saw it in person?

I wasn’t quite prepared for the centre of Madrid to be so … well, an unkind way to say it would be “dingy,” but not exactly. It didn’t disappoint me or skeeve me out or anything… it was just a little bit more worn and slightly less historic-looking than I expected, somehow. Somewhat more trash and scaffolding. Well, hell – it’s a city, right? With people living there and everything. So I’m not quite sure what I expected.

Parts of Valladolid looked a bit more like I was expecting Madrid to look, oddly enough.

The only real disappointments in Madrid were the Catedral de la Almudena (at least from the inside – it looked like every badly decorated parish church I’ve had the misfortune to be in; you’d think Madrid’s cathedral would be a little heavier on the carvings and polychrome) and the Plaza Mayor (a square. That’s difficult to get into. Whee!)

Definitely NOT a disappointment was the Royal Palace. I definitely didn’t expect it to be quite so impressive. I mean, I expected impressive, certainly, but… holy spork. It had a dining room table as long as a metro train, people!

To follow the theme of things seeming smaller when you finally see them in person … Stonehenge. It was amazing, but so much smaller than I had pictured in my mind. I was also disappointed that it was roped off, so you couldn’t go right up to the stones. I realize they have to do that due to vandals, but that greatly disappointed me. The impact would have been greater if we could have wandered amongst the stones.

Seurat’s Sunday on La Grande Jette managed to surprise me twice. It hangs in the Art Institute of Chicago, where they also have a tiny (about 5"x3") study Seurat made before he did the full version. I first laid eyes on the little study, mistook it for the real thing, and was shocked at how small it was. Then I turned around and saw the 120"x81" painting; it was HUGE.

Mars. Not a canal anywhere.

It’s so far away from anything of interest or economic importance that when I was there in the early 80s, the ONLY thing there was the concrete platform.

That’s really a shame. When we were there with another couple we bought some sandwiches and wine in Salisbury and had a picnic lunch on one of the stones.

Wow, this is the exact opposite of my experience. I was incredibly underwhelmed by the SoL when I first saw it in real life. I had imagined it would be much bigger.

That wasn’t my experience. Granted, they don’t have a stadium devoted to thing, but neither is it kept in a closet. When I was in the Louvre back in '95, it was in a hall with several other paintings…a setup not unlike several others in that building. The Wingéd Victory was given more room, but then that is also a much more physically imposing piece.

The Mona Lisa itself was, when I was there (this may well have changed since), in a metal case with a glass front that allowed for photographers but made it pretty bloody difficult for anyone to hurt the thing. I’d say it’d be difficult to miss just because even if you’re just staring down the hallway, there are a buncha paintings and then this thick box thing on the wall. That said, I don’t recall “This way to the Mona Lisa” signs, so if you aren’t actively looking for it you could quite easily miss that hall. My family was in France that summer, and I am under the impression that I was the only one of us (five others) who saw the painting.

I happened upon it quite by accident; I was perusing the various paintings and then the thick box thing entered my line of sight, I saw a hoard of people around it and figured the only piece that could attract that crowd was the Mona Lisa. I got to a place where I could see it, did so and was not entirely awe-struck. I mean, yeah, it’s a famous painting, but I don’t have an eye for art (and I was 13 at the time), so other than the fact that it’s famous it was nothing altogether spectacular.

The Statue of Liberty is… green! I rode the Staten Island Ferry past it, and the side of the ferry facing the statue was crammed with people, everyone talking excitedly in dozens of languages, holding cameras and laughing and smiling.

Ground Zero is a gigantic crater. I visited in October 2004, at night, and the entire area is bordered off by a huge fence. The crater is so huge that it defies description. Little tiny bulldozers sat at the bottom. The skyscrapers on the other side looked so small and humble.

The Taj Mahal is what I came in here to mention. I thought after the thousands of pictures I’d seen, the real thing would be anticlimactic. The Taj and the entire designed space around it are simply awe inspiring. I also thought it was just a pure white building, but the entire surface (except for the dome) is decorated with inlays of semi precious stone and arabic script.

Dal Lake in Srinigar, Kashmir was beautiful and peaceful with the mountains all around and the boats being rowed here and there. Now I know why the Mughals loved the place.

JennShark John McPhee wrote a great essay on the history of Plymouth rock, including an interview with the mason that was hired to patch up the gap between the two halves. It’s called “Travels of the Rock” and is found in his Irons in the Fire collection.

Rocks seem to be getting a bad reputation round here :slight_smile:

The Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland’s Antrim Coast. When I got there, I couldn’t quite see how it was a bridge for giants striding across to Scotland, but it looked unusual enough to be pleasing to the eye :slight_smile:

You want a “smaller than I thought it would be” tourist attraction, I give you Manneken Pis, the statue of the little peeing boy in Brussels. I knew it wasn’t a giant statue, but I figured it was at least life-sized. It isn’t; if the statistic on the linked page are correct, it’s barely the size of a newborn baby, although the boy it depicts is clearly a toddler at least. And it’s so far behind the fence that it looks smaller yet.

Flodnak sez enjoy the old part of the city, which is gorgeous, but don’t knock yourself out fighting the crowds of tourists to get a good look at this.

Tara – I’d read about it in ** A Celtic Miscellany** and, of course, it’s the inspiration for the name of the plantation in Gone with the Wind. It’s the first plave Pepper Mill asnd I went to after we got off the plane in Ireland (it was on the way to our B&B). So we drive up there and see…

Nothing.

There are a few mounds , a couple of hills that turn out to probably remnants of something. a famous Stone set atop one of these fake hills that, it turns out, is like many historic stomes in Ireland a reproduction of the original, which has been stored in a museum siomeplace. some small cavelets under a couple of these “Hollow Hills” that are both disappointingly small and also barred and locked. An enormous amount of sheep poop, and very little in the way of signage or explanation. There was a short slide show in a converted church nearby, but we fell asleep during it (boring show, too hot, and a lot of jet lag).

Other Irish sights were great (Newgrange, Glendalough, etc.), but Tara was an under-explained bare remnant on the landscape, despite its fame.

Also, TV Studios. The damned things look enormous on TV, but when I finally got into one to watch a taping I was amazed at how small it all was. My high schoolo auditorium was bigger.

The Sphinx. It’s fascinating, but has a couple of surprises. First, it sits much lower than the plateau on which the pyramids were built. In fact, if you’re standing among the pyramids, and look around, you almost can’t find the Sphinx unless someone points you in the right direction.

The second surprise is to discover just how close the city has gotten. As normally photographed, from the front, or even from the sides, it looks like it’s sitting out in the desert, with only the pyramids for company. When you stand on the sides of its enclosure, however, and look in the same direction it’s looking, what do you see? A great big red Pizza Hut sign. The shops and homes of Giza are literally only a block away.

A Pizza Hut? That saddens me greatly.

Not a thing, but I was surprised how impressive the 1812 Overture sounds when they use real cannons. A CD can’t begin to capture it.

That’s not the only place where Egypt has let things get a bit out of hand, either. If you’re standing in the middle of the Temple of Luxor, and look down one particular row of columns, what you see framed at the end of the row is a McDonald’s sign.

On the other hand, they’ve done some things right. They finally closed the road that leads up into the Valley of the Kings, and put in a little shuttle service (they look like toy trains, which is a bit incongruous!), so now the valley isn’t constantly crammed with idling buses and filled with their exhaust.

And a lot of the spectacular sites there still retain their majesty: the Temple of Karnak, the Stepped Pyramid of Djoser (choose your favorite spelling), the Red Pyramid and Bent Pyramid, Abu Simbel, and so on - all isolated and relatively free of the intrusions of the modern world.

I walked by maybe six or seven days after September 11, 2001 on my way to work, when there was still an enormous pile there. In photographs it’s kind of hard to process – you see “pile of stuff” and sort of mentally scale it to a reasonable size, like maybe thirty feet high. The actual pile was about 12 or 15 stories tall. (I couldn;t find a good cite for this, but 3 personal websites I foudn confirmed my impresion.) From Broadway (the edge of the frozen zone then) you were only 2 blocks away from it – the equivalent of a 12-story building made of twisted beams. Even passing over the number of people that died there (which is pretty hard to process as you’re looking at it), just the sight of it really hit me in the gut.

For what it’s worth, what’s there now is not really a crater – that big concrete hole is manmade. And about 16 acres at the bottom, I think.

I’m surprised no one’s mentioned the Grand Canyon. Maybe it’s just me, but I arrived at the rim at dawn after driving almost all night, and it seemed about ten times the size I was expecting. (And, uh, dupe that I am, it did not look like it happened in a single receding flood, thank you very much.)

I wonder how many people go to London Bridge expecting to see something noteworthy. Or a bridge that’s falling down, falling down. I remember passing it by and it being a pretty blah structure.

The Great Wall of China is truly awesome. What’s really amazing is how it’s everywhere. I mean, you’re taking a bus out to go walk a portion of it, and as you look at the tops of the hills around you, you see it in every location. Every hill is topped with the Wall. You can trace it around and watch it wander up and down. It’s boggling to think of how much work that took.

The walls of the Forbidden City are very tall. SpouseO’s 6’6", and he was dwarfed. These things are like 50 feet tall and 10 feet thick. Impressive.

Tian’anmen Square is gray. It was overcast when we were there, and the stones were gray, and all seemed gloomy. It’s bound in by roads, rather than so much by buildings (like most squares I’ve seen) so it’s very large but rather unsquareish - it just seems kind of like a paved field in between some roads. There are some buildings along its border, but they’re not large and far away so it doesn’t seem much like a square at all.

Some building in Beijing are truly massive. None are hugely tall (maybe 20 stories, max) - they’re not skyscrapers - but they’re enormous. They take up entire city blocks and are incredibly imposing.

Moving on to other parts of the world, Red Square is very pretty (lives up to its name in that respect - the word for “red” in Russian can also mean “beautiful” in addition to referring to the color). Larger than I thought, bounded on each side by some pretty amazing architecture - the Kremlin, GUM, St. Basil’s. The towers on the walls are neat, topped by a star made from ruby. They light them up at night. The only truly ugly thing there is Lenin’s tomb. It’s this squatty, granite building, all angles and modern. Truly doesn’t fit with the rest of the area. Lenin himself is interesting, but anticlimatic. While you know that it’s a preserved person in there, you can’t help but think that he’s just wax. Nice glass coffin, however, with some neato flagpoles inside. When I was there, GUM was the department store in Moscow. But shopping there was entirely different than westerners would be used to. You don’t go into a store and browse - oh no. Instead, each store is set up more like a booth with a counter. From the counter, you look at the wares they display on the walls and such, then you ask the salesperson to retrive what you’d like to inspect further or possibly buy. There wasn’t any “in” to the store - you looked from the counter. I understand things have changed greatly since 1992.

Although perhaps not famous, St. Issac’s cathedral in St. Petersburg is the most beautiful cathedral I’ve ever had the pleasure to be in. It’s georgeous. And it brings home history in a concrete manner - the pillars outside are pockmarked from WWII bullets.

The St. Louis arch, while neat, doesn’t go over anything. I thought it spanned something, and it doesn’t. It’s beside the river instead of over it. That was somewhat of a disappointment.

As was the Eiffel Tower. Again, I thought it spanned something. Which it does, in a way - a parking lot. Was hoping for something more poetic. After you get over that, however, it’s also a really neat structure.

The Arc de Triomphe. I was surprised how HUGE it was.

By that time as a student traveling, I was used to seeing famous things and finding them smaller than expected–Big Ben, Stonehenge, the Mona Lisa–so it was especially surprising to find something much larger than I’d imagined.

My anecdote about this: On my first day of touristing in Paris, I went to the Louvre. Near the Louvre entrance, there is a small arch that faces the Champs Elysées; I took a photo with this arch as a sort of frame, looking up the Champs Elysées toward the obelisk and the Arc de Triomphe straight behind it in the distance. I thought, Tomorrow, after I visit the Eiffel Tower, I’ll go to the other end and take a photo through the Arc, looking down this way at the little arch. As it turned out, it was a few days later, but when I got there, I could barely see the Louvre in the distance, never mind the little arch! I hadn’t realized how far away it really was.