The Rosetta Stone
This hunk of rock absolutely floored me when I saw it. By the time we went to the British Museum, we already had spent 2 nights in London. Yet I was still getting acclimatised with the jet-lag, and sort of getting used to the idea I'm in a different country. It didn't entirely occur to me yet that I was in the process of taking a trip I've dreamed of taking for many, many years.
Then I saw this, and it fully occured to me that after seeing the Rosetta Stone in photographs, and reading about it many times, here I am, standing in front of the thing. Of course, a whole lot of other people were standing in front of it, preventing a full-frontal photo, so this is what I was able to get.
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