{"id":3965,"date":"2022-03-29T01:24:36","date_gmt":"2022-03-29T06:24:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.virginiaparker.net\/travel\/?p=3965"},"modified":"2022-03-29T02:37:57","modified_gmt":"2022-03-29T07:37:57","slug":"british-museum-round-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.virginiaparker.net\/travel\/?p=3965","title":{"rendered":"British Museum, Round One"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I\u2019ll draw a veil over the rigors of the overnight journey from home that culminated in an arrival day that\u2019s still a blur. Let\u2019s just say no one is immune from bad luck, random disappointments, and unforseen difficulties. Instead, I\u2019m starting with the morning I woke up in the city of London. Coincidentally, the English turned the clock forward, so the whole city probably felt jet-lagged. I found a fine coffee shop with an excellent brew and convivial atmosphere just up the block, but the bus route I’d scouted was unavailable due to road closures so instead, I walked. The sky was blue, the air fresh and cool, the traffic minimal. The streets pretty much reeked of charm in the early morning. Pots of spring flowers bloomed in front of homes and shops alike. All along the way, I noted places I want to come back to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I passed a man walking along reading a hardcover book he held out in one hand. I discreetly gawked, but how different is it from reading an iPhone while you walk, as every other person is doing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The line in front of the British museum stretched for blocks, but it moved very quickly once underway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n