The Museum of London is less touristy and lies in the oldest part of the city.
Exhibits showcase the history of London from prehistoric times to the present.
Miniature dioramas depict the development of the dock areas by the Thames around 100 AD.
The museum places strong emphasis on archeological discoveries, such as these excavated Roman mosaic floors, pottery and other artifacts.
There are many examples of living quarters of the period to browse and explore.
The Museum abuts the remainders of the old Roman walls built around 200 AD.
If your tired of the crowds at the more touristed London attractions, The Museum Of London offers refuge and a fascinating day’s browse.
Cheers to you from old London where you can always find something new ~
Month: August 2015
El Mundo del Flores~
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El Mundo del Flores~
The World of Flowers~
Our world of pain (passion flowers, Florida),
is also our world of beauty.
Consider the flowers (salt water marsh flowers, Patagonia).
Gifts to remind us everyday (freesias, The Azores),
in every corner of the planet (tulips, Ireland),
that although there is pain (tulips, Netherlands),
there is also beauty (water lily, Huahine).
Cheers to you from all the flowers on our beautiful planet (ranunculus California)~
Sunset Progression Mid-Atlantic~
If You Were A Bug,
what would you be?
or a bumblebee?
so hated his job,
he went to bed,
and woke up a beetle?
I never did get, Gregor,
why not a spider?
You could weave your web,
and as Charlotte said,
“people are not as smart as bugs.”
Along came a spider,
who sat down beside her,
and interested Miss Muffet for hours 😉
Cheers to you from all the clever crawlies~
“If I can fool a bug… I can surely fool a man. People are not as smart as bugs.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
“What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm’s time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?”– Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis
Beep-Beep & Cheep~
The Holler really is ‘for the birds,’
but, then, as you’ve probably noticed by now, so am I!
They make the nicest neighbors,
greeting us in the mornings, and flocking in droves to the feeders at sunset.
Our son calls the roadrunners our “pets.”
But they are wild creatures, who choose to live inside the refuge of our fences, which protect them from the Holler Wiley E’s.
We also have found our refuge here, amongst this wild family.
Cheers to you from wild creatures great & small because they are your family too, after all~