A Museum I Missed

It never fails to surprise me how often we tend to overlook the things that are sometimes closest to home - I don't think I've set foot in the British Museum for well over 10 years which is pretty alarming considering I'm probably within walking distance for more than half the entire week. One short visit though (a rather rushed high commission-museum-high commission sandwich) was enough to take me right back to some very memorable Latin-learning days (laboro, laboras, laborat, laboramus, labo... ring any bells?) and distant recollections of history lessons filled with tales of ancient civilisations, that, at the time felt about as real, or as magical (depending on how you see it) as Narnia. 
The reconstructed urns, the excavated jewellery, the re-pieced mosaics though - the inscriptions & sculptures, the utensils & manuscripts are a very tangible reminder that the world hasn't always been as we know it today.  
A coin from every country in the World - one of the best exhibits.
Though we only had time for a very quick breeze through some of the corridors, I'm pretty sure it would be easy to get lost in these lost worlds for hours on end. 
One word only. Bewildering.
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Visit the British Museum, Great Russell Street, London, WC1B 3DG.