
Tubing the Underground
This tight little tube like train can feel like the guts of a mechanical worm just about to throw you up. Damn good to see the light again after it rattles your brains for a while.
Our last of 5 days in this big awesome city. We're off to the British Museum. On the way we all mutter on about the Parthenon's Elgin marbles. A little bitterness sneaks into the Greek self righteousness I've infected my family with. Really have a mixed feeling about this. At least they're safe for the next thousand years or until the Greeks become Greeks again. (Not sure which will come first).
Our last of 5 days in this big awesome city. We're off to the British Museum. On the way we all mutter on about the Parthenon's Elgin marbles. A little bitterness sneaks into the Greek self righteousness I've infected my family with. Really have a mixed feeling about this. At least they're safe for the next thousand years or until the Greeks become Greeks again. (Not sure which will come first).
A funny thing happened on the way to the British Museum. Admittedly we got the right Tube Station but after that we wondered around completely lost and without a decent map. The smell of coffee stopped us in our tracks and we detoured into an excellent coffee shop - they are RARE in London. You can see the boys are good now. Now where is this big mama museum?
In my most humble opinion, finding the British Museum is worth the effort. My people were there, quietly waiting for us. In this amazing grab bag of all things that were ever wonderful, you can get lost after being lost and find a thread that connects you with another real human being type person who once lived, who once loved and dreamed and worried and fucked up just like you. Karol found the following quote from an Egyptian harpist 1400BC:
"Follow your heart while you're
alive. Put perfume on your
head. Clothe yourself with fine
linen...Make holiday and
don't tire of it!"
alive. Put perfume on your
head. Clothe yourself with fine
linen...Make holiday and
don't tire of it!"
Hours later Remy and I escaped to the lake at Hyde Park to cool our feet and watch other people feed the ducks. The heat drained us, lucky they had deck chairs..