I might have gone full frontal nerd at the British Museum.
Dressed in tweed jacket, sensible long skirt, and with hair straying form my sensible plait, I was genuinely rendered into a mix of slack jawed silence and incoherent excitable mumbling at the sight of the Rosetta Stone.
It may not have helped that having laughed at my reaction, I berated my husband while ineffectually smacking him with a leaflet, thus further reinforcing the batty and comedic female archaeologist archetype.
Couple of pictures showing what caught my eye on our hit and run visit are below.
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