The British Library

Sophie and I went to the British Library today. We had to register for permission to use the library resources. It’s a very strange process and I’m not entirely sure if I’ll ever use the library, but the archives there are incredible. Within the center of the building is a huge glass case, several stories tall that houses the oldest texts in the collection. The ground floor has a café that looks into the archives, so I may be spending a good deal of time there. I have no idea why, but I absolutely love old books. The way they look and smell and feel, so much sturdier than modern texts. You just know they’re a part of history themselves.

Anyways, I’m rambling. Here’s pictures! These were the only ones I could snag before I saw the “no photography allowed” signs.

The British Library entrance hall. Ooh ahhh.

cheers,
kate.