After having looked about this museum full of many things (including a cabinet with a model railway with large numbers of ponies near it for some bizarre reason), it was time to move on with the day and head to their next stop. After collecting all of their things together, our crew headed out of the door and turned off onto a road. Alas, it was not the same road from which they had arrived, but a road it was nonetheless, and they were glad to be on it rather than wading through a swamp and mud, which was the alternative, and this alternative was something that they wanted to avoid, as well as the author misusing commas to join large numbers of bits of sentences together.
They took a right turn, went over a bridge, and took another right turn before arriving at their stop.
Well, wasn't that a quick journey? They went inside the building, and saw it was full of photographs. This makes sense, as it is a museum dedicated to a photographer, and one of only two photographers to have a museum dedicated to them (the other is Ansel Adams, in case anybody reading was wondering).