More from the British Museum

My favorite exhibits from the Assyrian, Egyptian, and Ancient Greek sections of the British Museum.



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The British Museum

I have to preface this by saying that I in no way managed to see everything at the British Museum in one day.  If pressed, I think I got through about a third of the free exhibits/galleries/etc. in the handful of hours I spent there.  So I’m sorry if I don’t discuss something of interest to a reader, I simply didn’t have the time to complete my tour of the famous institution before I had to leave for Cardiff today for tea and lunch with an amazing friend of mine.

That said, let’s get into it shall we?

The British Museum is a landmark institution supported by donors of all shapes and sizes from those donating a single pound to hundreds of thousands of pounds out of their pockets each year.  It is immense.  Both in size and in the scope of subjects, topics, and exhibits that are all on display and free to the public to enjoy.

My first impression, after maneuvering through to where I had to start my day: Egypt, was one of feeling quite small and humble in comparison to the works and monuments that tower over head or stand on pillars.  In the Assyrian and Egyptian wings in particular I was left with a sense of having the ghosts of the past walking in step, behind, and before me as I took and soaked in the wonders that they created from towering sculptures to tiny beads and handcrafts.  And that was just the beginning of my day.

In the section devoted to Ancient and Early Britain I was privileged to handle a bronze bangle bracelet that was hundreds of years old as well as a reproduction of a heavy silver plate inscribed with a scene of Pan and a handmaiden playing flutes and celebrating dating back to Roman Britain.

Though of everything I saw, far too many things to enumerate here, perhaps my favorite was one of the last: an Aztec sculpture of a coiled rattlesnake that not only was quite realistically carved but even had the underside carved to deliniate the segmentation of its belly.

Really, I’m still processing and I might have more to say after I return to the Museum in a few days, but for now best wishes and happy travels!


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A Day at the London Museum

I woke up later than intended today and took my time getting ready to face the day, nevertheless, I spent the day wandering around the London Museum and enjoyed every single second of it.

Yes, even when the documentary on women’s suffrage had me teary-eyed.

I also might have spent more time than most people in the Pleasure Gardens exhibit that highlights the Regency era of Covent Garden, including some beautiful gowns and clothes from the era and a loop of acted scenes that mimic what the high society of London might have gotten up to in the Garden.

Following London from pre-Roman times all the way through the modern era including an installation featuring the creation of the 2012 London Olympic Cauldron, the trip was worth the donation as the Museum operates on donations to keep it free to the public.

An exception to this was the paid exhibit London Nights going on in one of the galleries but with the British Museum on my list for tomorrow I had to pass on spending the admittance fee.

Still and all, standing at a rail and overlooking part of the London Wall made the half-hour ride on the Underground and the negligible walk more than worth it.

Even if I had to run and hide in the Pleasure Gardens exhibit when other parts of the Museum were swarmed with kids on school trips…

More to come (including a few pictures!)



Landed in London

Day One of my trip (since I’m not counting Monday that was strictly travel) and I am exhausted.

The sad thing about jumping an ocean is that it drains you even if you manage, like I did hit-and-miss, to sleep during the flight.

My current total travel from leaving home to arriving at my hostel for the next couple of nights includes: an hour car ride, a nine hour flight, an hour plus (I didn’t catch the exact time) ride on the Underground, and then another hour of wandering and hopping buses to my hostel.

Needless to repeat it but I will anyway because I feel like being dramatic at the moment: I am exhausted.

The first thing that’s struck me beyond the drone of just get to the hostel and you can shower is listening to a blur and blend of languages and accents that my ear in several cases has never heard before in person.  There was a quartet of gentlemen that I originally thought might be French only to realize about a half-hour into the Underground ride that were actually speaking Italian.  My shame knows no limits over the mistake but at least I didn’t assume anything and make an ass out of myself when I was talking to them.

Thus far at the hostel I’ve met gentlemen from Ireland, Germany, and at the other end of the mixed-dorm is a group from somewhere I still haven’t pegged and given my failure during the tube ride I’d rather not venture a guess.

Salutations from London!



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