Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The middle.



This is the one we went to the Egyptian Room at the British Museum for. I took dozens of photos of mummies in various states of undress, dozens of photos of hieroglyphics, and sat with for an hour in front of the Luxor obelisk decoding what some of the signs meant for him. He spotted Cleopatra's needle on the bank of the Thames from hundreds of feet away while suspended from the contraption known at the London Eye. He was the one that noticed the chariots pulled by chickens on the bedroom ceilings at Versailles. He was the one that wasn't jet-lagged. He was the one that remained pleasant no matter what new experience we threw at him on the trip.

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