Museum of Dreams

Pera Kids
Ages 4-6

  • May 20, 2023 / 10:30

Pera Learning invites kids to explore Pera Museum with fun during Museums Week!

In this workshop, children have the opportunity to get to know the Pera Museum and the interesting works in the collections. Participants create original designs by using various paints and decoration materials, the templates with the drawings of the front facade of the Pera Museum, and the printouts of the works they will encounter in the exhibitions. 

Capacity: 15 people
Fee per workshop: 150 TL

The event will take place at the Pera Museum (face-to-face).

For more information: ogrenme@peramuzesi.org.tr

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