The British Museum

The first time I visited the British Museum was on 7th September 2012. I remember the date quite well, because shortly after the visit, I found myself crying on the platform at Ealing Broadway station, having just been dumped by my then boyfriend. However that's another story, and looking back now, over a year later, the most important thing that I got out of that day was just as one 'love' moved out of my life, another one moved in, in the form of the BM. Although I'm not such a fan of their hideously overpriced afternoon teas, after that day, I realised that a national museum is such a wonderful thing, and one that I'd be quite happy to spend my life aiming for as an employment destination.

Since last September I've been back twice, the first time on a general wander around, and the second specifically to see the Pompeii and Herculaneum exhibition, which I mostly enjoyed although I'm pleased to hear that the reading room won't be being used for any more of the big name exhibitions after this year, as there's just something unnerving about a big room with no natural light.

Anyway, I think one of the best things about the BM is the building itself. The great court in particular is genuinely stunning. Below is one of the pictures I took during my first visit to the museum, on the film camera.

The black and white fails to really capture how amazing it looks when the sun shines down through the roof, but it gives the impression of the juxtaposition between old and new museum that I really love.

So there you have it, the first blog entry is on the museum that started my recent love affair with museum architecture. Stay tuned for more exciting updates!