We can smell our own kind...

So there I am, wandering in Leicester waiting for a friend and I head to tourist information for a map, to find a specific shop. Apropos of nothing the assistant also points out Grey Friars and  mentions that that is where the archaeological dig is, but it's not open to the public. No preamble conversation really, I obviously just look like someone interested in holes in the ground.

Because I am someone interested in holes in the ground, I wander over, and while reading the information on the gate (Richard III, once king of England, now probably buried under a council car park in Leicester ) A lady walks up and through the gate. I query if she works there and try to blag my way in, but she's from the New Walk Museum (or Newarke Houses Museum). She does however offer an impromptu tour down the street suggesting highlights to head off to, and drops me off at the Guildhall. Great advert for their museum staff.

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"Perhaps". Brilliantly honest sign admitting that we're buggered if we know, but we stabbed a guess anyway.

No idea about the table tennis in the Guildhall, unless it was a very odd extra to the wedding about to take place.

I return to the dig on my way to the city square, and as I stop to answer texts on my phone I have about three groups of people ask me for information on the dig - presumably because:
I look like someone interested in holes in the ground.

Thanks to the sign on the gate and the lady from the museum I'm equipped enough to sound all clever. 

Leicester, in a nutshell: Some very interesting stuff with amazingly friendly people but for heaven's sake don't pause for breath near ancient points of interest!

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