to the museum

Bert hesitated this morning when I suggested to go to the Cobra museum, today. We had planned to go to the boy, the girl and the Dog, but both of them would only be home around 6 pm. 
I needed many arguments, but in the end it went on. It turned out that Bert was afraid that the museum was in the centre of Amsterdam and he didn't feel like that.

I like the Cobra museum. I like the paintings. What I didn't like today was the duration of the documentary about the massacre of Tlatelolco in 1968.