On Tuesday we took the bus from the hotel to Kings Cross Station and walked to the British Library. Hefty security guards met us at the door to search our bags, and after I showed the really big (yet hot) guard that I was irritated with him messing up my very organized handbag, he left me alone. Hahaha
When you step into the library, you may as well be stepping into an art gallery. Contrary to what may be believed, it’s not dark, dingy and eerily quiet. It’s airy and quite big with a few exhibitions on display.
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