Greg S.
Yelp
My buddy invited me to stay with him on my vacation, so I could finally get a chance to visit Jolly Olde England. (Up to that point, I had been through Heathrow several times, but never escaped the confines of the airport, because I was always on my way through to somewhere else.)
Shortly after I arrived, I was looking through a map book he had, and was checking out the sites to be seen in Manchester, which was the nearest city. "There's nothing to see in Manchester", he opined.
Just at that moment, my eyes lit upon the magic words, "John Rylands Library", so I retorted, "Oh yes, there is!"
The library is lovely red sandstone building which looks sort of like a church. We went inside, and climbed the stairs to a large room with stained glass windows, statues along the walls, and (one of my all-time favourite fantasies) floor-to-ceiling books.
I went up to a desk, and asked them if it was possible to see a particular document. We had to wait a bit, because a tour group was going through the library at the moment, and being shown the manuscript, but sure enough, they brought it out, encased in glass. After all, 1,880-year-old papyri are fragile. Yes, I saw, with my own two eyes, the fragment of John in the Rylands Library, the oldest New Testament manuscript known to exist. They brought it out and showed it to us, and explained what they knew about it, just because I asked!
(While we were waiting for them to bring out the John manuscript, I noticed a copy of Captain George Vancouver's account of his travels on one shelf.)
This place is a bibliophile's fantasy come true.