Just a quick word on a rainy London night about something I forgot to mention this weekend.
Popped in to the British Museum on Friday for a few spare hours, which, because all museums and galleries in London are free, makes the pleasure a little cheap and whoreish, like using a coupon for a lap dance.
Anyways, visiting the Royal Collection of Pillaged, Stolen, and Looted Priceless Artifacts From Countries Who Developed Gunpowder Too Late was more or less unbelievable.
Turn left past the coat check, and...
Oh look! Priceless Assyrian monuments! And more of the same...
A more or less massive hall of Egyptian and Assyrian treasures, assembled in a sort of "God's Garage Sale" manner.
In fact, after assuming my usual jaw-on-the-floor routine perfected in Chicago, I said aloud: "Man, and to think that after they found the Rosetta Stone, they could actually read these hieroglyphics... Wait! Jess, do you think the Rosetta Stone is here?!?" And lo and behold, not fifteen feet away:
So basically an orgy of history. There is no end to the anthropological beauty they have at the museum, there is nothing like reading the info tag to see you are actually standing in front of Cleopatra. Anyways, tomorrow I'll talk about taking a walk in town, and more on the museum as the days go by. I'll post all the photos in the album with time.
Thanks,
Nick.
p.s. Oh! I'm employed, unsurprisingly, at an English pub. Sigh. There goes all the arts and crafts.
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