It seems like ages ago, but when Erika and I were in Athens touring a small museum near the acropolis, we were looking at case after case of amazing pottery that had been excavated over the centuries.
There was so much and it was all so beautiful, my eyes began to glaze over. One can only look at relics for so long before one’s appreciation begins to blur.
When suddenly….I did a double-take (insert Scooby-Doo sound here)!
I was left to wonder if that was what John Keats might have been referring to in his poem, “Ode to a Grecian Urn.”
To quote George Takai, “Oh, myyy.”
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