The ticketed equivalent of a forwarded e-mail joke, Ripley’s is well-maintained and clean, but it’s too expensive for the thin diversion it delivers. Mostly it consists of optical illusions, vaguely ominous specimens from foreign cultures, panels from the old Ripley’s comic (does anyone under 60 even remember those?), and the odd coin-operated device. There are too many signs and fewer artifacts than you’ll be expecting, unless you count a portrait of Beyoncé made out of hard candy. Don’t set foot in it without at least harvesting coupons from any tourist brochure.