Laura R.
Yelp
Hands down one of my favorite experiences in my two week UK trip that encompassed England, the Isle of Wight, and Scotland. I can't speak more highly than that, since I ended up going to/experiencing closet to 50 different attractions while there.
First of all, it's free. Second of all: Original. Beatles. Documents. Yes, you heard me. The Beatles' hands graced across the pages of some of the documents there. Swoon. Thirdly, you see so many beautiful, wonderful, awesome things. From documents written in the hands of Kings and Queens, to notes scribbled out by the great composers themselves (I'm looking at you, Beethoven), and even writers (Lewis Carroll, Shakespeare), beautiful illustrations (Leonardo da Vinci's notebook!), and religious texts (parts of the Gutenberg Bible, Qur'an illustrations) and political texts, too. It's seriously more than a little mind boggling, if you take the time to think about how much history is surrounding you, like I did because I'm a nerd.
As you enter the special exhibit hall, there is a strange hush. Outside of that, where the main library is, you experience a of lively hum. But inside, everyone is quiet; like they're inside a church. The lighting is dim, and you feel like you're suddenly about to experience something intimate, or at least private. When words are spoke, they're uttered in whispers. No one wants to shatter the illusion of privacy, even if there are a dozen of you inside. I found myself whispering to my companion excitedly, and then I also found my voice slowly dying as I spoke, so that I had to move closer to for her to hear me. It felt wrong to speak in normal tones, which I gather most people thought as well, since there was a serious quietness in there.
THE VERDICT:
It's hard to describe how I felt when I found myself at the Beatles' exhibit each time. I say each time, because I went back three times, in fact. It was an entirely unique experience to anything I have ever felt in this world: totally reverent, but also... touched. Staring at the slanting, frantic script, I actually felt goose bumps on my arms, and tears tickle the back of my eyes. I was grounded, but my body felt lightweight. I was staring and absorbing, and thinking about how their hands moved across those pages, how they really seemed inspired by everything and nothing, and how I thought that that was beautiful. It just really affected me, in that moment. I wonder if that's the closest thing I'll ever feel to a religious experience...
At any rate, this place has something for everyone: music, composers, significant literary writers, religious texts, political texts, stuff the King and Queen signed/wrote, 16th century plays, stuff by Shakespeare, medieval lore books. And they also do a rotating exhibit, as well. We spent a few hours here, and I was almost in a fugue state of wonder. I'm a huge literary nerd, so a place like this is genuinely one of the most heavenly places I could ever be in.
MY TIME:
You aren't allowed to take pictures, so based on when we ate, and when we went to the Palace Theatre... I'd guess we spent a little over 2 hours here. I could have spent twice as long, easily. In fact, I wished I had!