Once upon a time, there was a very strange Midwestern pharmacist named Henry Wellcome. Henry got very wealthy and developed a taste for hoarding medical oddities, such as Napoleon’s toothbrush, hair from George III, oil paintings of childbirth, and Japanese sex toys. When he died, he bequeathed a flashy museum for them, and which now makes for a highly amusing hour’s visit. Besides the permanent collection, there’s always one or two offbeat temporary ones pertaining to the human body and its uses—two recent ones were on sex research and corpse forensics. It’s always one of the most compelling museums in town, and its sizable shop is one of the more intellectual.