This is not the War Remnants Museum

On my way back from the Cambodian embassy, I wanted to see the war remnants museum. Several people had said it's pretty compelling, so I figured I'd check it out. Since my hotel doesn't have a printer (duh), I drew on paper a simple copy of the relevant map I'd looked up on googlemaps: my hotel, streets to the embassy, streets to the museum, landmarks. Basic. Since my embassy visit took longer than expected (shocker), I had to hustle to catch the museum before close. Struggling to find it based on my simple map, I decided to ask around. Not a lick of English spoken in this part of town. Eventually, I encounterd a white dude.
"You speak English?" I asked.
"Well of course," he said in a calm British accent, carrying himself like a true local.
"War remnants museum, can you tell me where it is?"
"Gosh, it's all the way on the other side of town. You've got to go through the park. It's all the way on Pasteur and Li Ti Truk, although that means nothing to you. You should take a taxi," he condescended.

Angry with myself for having copied the map wrong, I took off in this direction. I got to the museum as it's closing. I pleaded (pled? plade? already I've lost my marbles) with the security guard to let me in. "Last day in Vietnam!" I cried, lying and out of breath. He relented and mercifully let me in. I jogged around, trying to take it in quickly. "This is lame," I thought. "These relics are boring, nothing really compelling here. Oh well, at least I saw it." I left, confused and disappointed. Oh well. Some things don't live up to the hype.

Tonight, my actual last night in Vietnam, I saw this:

The actual war remnants museum. Teeming with war remnants; in fact, there are so many, they have to keep some on the outside!  And it's one block from where I'd encountered the absolutely certain British man. And it's closed for the night. Cam on, guy.