I think it has taken a few days, but I finally feel like I have found my rhythm in London. On Friday, which was day three of the trip, we started the morning with a group trip to the Tower of London. We arrived around 9:30, and proceeded to spend the next two and half hours looking at all the exhibits and walking around the Tower. The time went by so quickly that I could’ve spent forever reading the signs and walking through each section. We got there earlier in the day with the explicit purpose of going directly to the crown jewels to see them before the lines got too long. We were fortunate to arrive moments before a wave of people came in, and didn’t have to deal with large amounts of people at any of the showcasing.
The exhibit itself was not what I expected. For starters, I didn’t expect it to be an exhibit at all. I expected one room with the crown and a few other ceremonial items – nothing like what we saw. Photography wasn’t allowed, which was actually quite nice because I didn’t have to think about my phone or capturing anything for later. Every single item was polished to perfection and glistened in a way I didn’t think possible. While the pieces were beautiful, I felt that the history that was provided was delivered in a way that made the collection look the least horrible. For example, one of the prominent crowns featured a diamond, which on the explanation card said something to the effect of “obtained from the 10-year-old Maharaja in 1849 when the British came to power in Punjab”. While there is a reference to the youth of the leader, there is much left unsaid. If one already has an understanding of British imperialism and specifically their relationship to Punjab, then there is an immediate understanding that there is more going on here than just a diamond that was taken from a 10-year-old and the British coming into power. I may be a bit cynical on this subject, and in no way am I asking for a history of the entire relationship between Britain/The British East India Company, but on the Tower of London website in just a few more paragraphs, the verbiage used to tell the story of the diamond feels more honest and less polite.
I thoroughly enjoyed my time at the Tower of London despite the commercialization of a former prison and torture, as well as feeling slightly saddened at the way that many conversations I overheard while going on the tour seemed to trivialize the pain and suffering from those at the tower. Maybe this is due to being so removed from most of the horrific events at the tower, but the only two times I saw the crowds take exhibits seriously were the World War II poppies memorial and the movie that played about the two children who were found buried inside the grounds. Both had videos as a major part of the exhibit that were very serious in tone, and I think made these moments feel more personal compared to just reading dark and overwhelming information on a sign under a photo. While I love to read each card displayed, I think that may look at the pictures and skim the card, which is not bad by any means, I just think it creates an emotion discontent; one which I don’t know how to remedy other than some sort of disclaimer about the serious nature of the events that took palace on the grounds.
One of the most interesting parts of the tour was seeing where the Beefeaters in London lived. It was actually odd because you walk up a set of stairs to a sign that explains how over the wall we are standing on is where 11 men were shot, and you lean over the edge and there was a guy on a plastic sofa smoking a cigarette. It was a little middle street between the outer wall and the inner area where visitors could go and there were parked cars, kid’s bicycles, and freshly painted blue doors with wreaths. Quite a stark contrast to the death, jewels, and torture we saw just on the other side.
All that to say, I did really love the Tower of London. I learned so much and felt that it expanded my understanding of the journey of this historic space (especially how many times parts of it burned down!). We were there for 2 ½ hours and I could’ve spent even more time, so I do hope I get to go back someday and finish seeing the other exhibits we didn’t get to. To think that this is only the beginning of the study abroad, and we have so much left! I hope my brain is exploding by the end of this with new knowledge!

























































