Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery

The Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery (QVMAG) is a museum located in Launceston, Tasmania, Australia. Established in 1891, the Queen Victoria has a strong reputation for its excellent collection, which includes fine exhibitions of colonial art, contemporary craft and design, Tasmanian history and natural sciences, specifically a zoology collection. There is also a special exhibition of a full Chinese temple that was used by 19th-century Chinese tin miners, a working planetarium, and displays related to Launceston's industrial environment and railway workshops. The museum also houses the Victoria Cross awarded to Lewis McGee.

The Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery is located on two sites, one at Royal Park (41°26′16″S 147°08′02″E / 41.4378°S 147.1338°E / -41.4378; 147.1338 (Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery, Royal Park site)Coordinates: 41°26′16″S 147°08′02″E / 41.4378°S 147.1338°E / -41.4378; 147.1338 (Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery, Royal Park site)) and the other at Inveresk, the site of the old Launceston Railway Workshops (41°25′41″S 147°08′27″E / 41.4280°S 147.1407°E / -41.4280; 147.1407 (Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery, Inveresk site)). The QVMAG is the largest museum in Australia not located in a capital city.

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