Stepping out in London: The British Museum
I am generally bored to death by museums. But even I have to admit that the British Museum is pretty darn cool.
My aversion to museums is well-documented, but we had visitors from Germany in town in December so off to the British Museum we went. Most museums in London are free to enter, so it’s foolish to say no when the only thing you have to lose is time. Museums are the perfect way to spend a rainy Saturday or kill a few hours as a tourist; Liebling and I have done a date night at the Tate Modern Museum (it’s open until late on the weekends) and this was in fact my third time at the British Museum (which maybe means that my aversion to museums is not so strong after all). The British Museum, for its part, is at the literal and figurative pulse of London, between Russell Square and Tottenham Court Road, a brisk walk from shopping on Oxford Street or eats in Chinatown or drinks in Soho. The times I’ve been there has always been some interesting exhibit or other- this time the Rosetta Stone was on display!
