While Grandma explored the British Museum, the girls, Scott and Laura spent more time visiting the British Museum--an apparently never-ending opportunity. Olivia, who has become quite adept at research on the internet, at discovered that in the British Museum there is a copy of the Rosetta Stone which can be touched. She was on a mission to find it, and so we ended up at the Enlightenment Gallery--the former library of King George III--which is filled with all kinds of collections that excited the minds of people in the Eighteenth Centurydisplayed in the way they might have seen them. Once we had fulfilled our mission to find the Rosetta Stone, the girls and Scott returned home, while Grandma Dorothy and Laura stayed on to attend a lecture entitled: "Gertrude Bell and Freya Stark In Arabia: How women's travel and knowledge of Arabia meshed with British state interests between 1914 and 1945." They returned home pleased with the content but disappointed at the presenter's dry style. (Gee, I wonder what they were hoping for, given the scintillating title?) But our day's adventures weren't quite over yet. Laura and Scott decided to take advantage of having a babysitter in Grandma to engage in an authentic British pub crawl in our neighborhood. We visited four pubs in our neighborhood, The Slug, Lloyds Bar, the Duke of Cornwall and the Distillery. The Slug was jammed elbow-to-elbow with 20-somethings, feeling the beat of the pounding music, watching the eight screens of live sports (mostly rugby) and looking for--well, you know what 20-somethings look for. Lloyds was pleasant but we could have been in any nice place in the states. The Duke of Cornwall had a good atmosphere and was filled with staff getting off work from the nearby Apollo Theater, but I think The Distillery where we got the spot next to the coal fire and curled up to ward off the chill of the cold, rainy night.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Of Mind, Matter and Malt
While Grandma explored the British Museum, the girls, Scott and Laura spent more time visiting the British Museum--an apparently never-ending opportunity. Olivia, who has become quite adept at research on the internet, at discovered that in the British Museum there is a copy of the Rosetta Stone which can be touched. She was on a mission to find it, and so we ended up at the Enlightenment Gallery--the former library of King George III--which is filled with all kinds of collections that excited the minds of people in the Eighteenth Centurydisplayed in the way they might have seen them. Once we had fulfilled our mission to find the Rosetta Stone, the girls and Scott returned home, while Grandma Dorothy and Laura stayed on to attend a lecture entitled: "Gertrude Bell and Freya Stark In Arabia: How women's travel and knowledge of Arabia meshed with British state interests between 1914 and 1945." They returned home pleased with the content but disappointed at the presenter's dry style. (Gee, I wonder what they were hoping for, given the scintillating title?) But our day's adventures weren't quite over yet. Laura and Scott decided to take advantage of having a babysitter in Grandma to engage in an authentic British pub crawl in our neighborhood. We visited four pubs in our neighborhood, The Slug, Lloyds Bar, the Duke of Cornwall and the Distillery. The Slug was jammed elbow-to-elbow with 20-somethings, feeling the beat of the pounding music, watching the eight screens of live sports (mostly rugby) and looking for--well, you know what 20-somethings look for. Lloyds was pleasant but we could have been in any nice place in the states. The Duke of Cornwall had a good atmosphere and was filled with staff getting off work from the nearby Apollo Theater, but I think The Distillery where we got the spot next to the coal fire and curled up to ward off the chill of the cold, rainy night.
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