Monday, October 10, 2011

Chance survival, archaeologist, balloon.

1. Roman glass, cloudy, glowing and so unlikely.

2. In the children's room at the Roman museum they have trays of bones and potsherds to examine. Alec checks them out in his own way. "Those are real finds," says the curator. We hurriedly pull a piece of cattle bone out of his mouth. "It's OK," she tells us, "That's what they're for." The couple who have been following us round say: "He's going to be an archaeologist. Did you hear him talking about it all?" "I did," says the curator. "I've been enjoying listening to him."

2a. The artists' impression of Roman Canterbury slipping into ruin.

3. The waitresses at Strada tie a shiny silver balloon to Alec's chair.

1 comment:

  1. In Washington, DC, with my adult children, one son-in-law (British), and my husband:
    1) hearing the laughter when my 'kids' are joking, teasing, playing with each other.
    2) walking through Natural History Museum at the end of the day when we all are punchy exhausted.
    3) eating in a Ghana restaurant, and drinking pure ginger beer that scorched our mouths.
    It was an awesome four days.


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