Tuesday, July 24, 2007

And Then the Alarms Went Off


Here's me, fondling the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum. The Museum guards are real nice. We're good friends, now.











[Ok, that's the replica. The real one's in a glass box surrounded by vicious tourists. And I didn't really get up close and personal with the Museum guards. Probably for the best.]

3 comments:

Bart said...

I love it! "Here's me smearing as much of my natural oils over the ancient relic as was humanly possible. After this photo was taken, I chipped a bit off the edge for a souvenir."

Too funny.

Unknown said...

she is going to turn that edge into a necklace, fer sher....

Anonymous said...

Ah, Fiona fondles (a replica of) the greatest prize in a vast collection of artifacts amassed by the greatest band of kleptomaniacs in world history . . . the Brits. From the Elgin marbles to the Stone of Scone, they've got it all. (Well, the Scots did finally get their stone back.)

Still, even as a jaded museum-goer, when I turned into the Egyptian Hall and saw that, I was still like, "Holy $%@!!!! It's the ROSETTA STONE!!!!!!"

Most. Famous. Piece. of. Architectural. Rubble. EVER.