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British Museum
The spoils of an empire, plundered from the well thumbed pages of history. That is what you’ll find at the British Museum. The massive building houses what looks like millions of artifacts that the British empire has “procured” over the course of its rule. Pieces from all over the globe are shown here. Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, Mesopotamia, The Incas, Central America, The Far East. Everything beautifully displayed and deftly stolen, sometimes under the guise of ‘preservation’ but most of the time just gotten in gains most ill.
I don’t condone the British Empires looting of the worlds riches but damn does it make for an interesting day out. Walking through the Library with its display cabinets full of ancient tidbits makes one feel like they are in an Indiana Jones film. Huge statues tower overhead, their mere size prompting the question: how did they get them here? Friezes that once surrounded the Parthenon now hang for tourists to ogle over, lit by spotlight and protected with nought but a thin velvet rope. Treasures from the Orient that once sat pride of place in a Japanese Palace now glitter behind finger print smudged glass cabinets. The dry and contorted body of an ancient Egyptian lays naked in an excavated grave, a bare body once hidden from the world, awaiting passage into the afterlife, now surrounded by dozens of clicking cameras, each xenon flash furthering the search for eternal life. I smiled at skulls and they smiled back at me, my reflection overlaying the cracked features; there but a few thousand years go I.
I traveled the ancient world that Friday afternoon and was home in time for a beer down at the Shakespear’s Head. Cheers to you British treasure hunters, grave robbers and tomb raiders of old. Such a fine museum you’ve made.