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Paintings and sculptures and portraits -- old, musky, pretty intense -- and she's more familiar with the demons and creatures of darkness than the people or places featured.
Figures.
The London museums strictly Giles's and Dawn's turf? Maybe Andrew's, too -- although, he'd turned out to be more into the seriously weird private collections? Think again.
After the chase for that lost Brakken amulet (ancient, of course, and a total tongue-tier, hidden in one of Nefertiti's beauty cases) in the British Museum , Buffy's found herself returning. The free entrance makes it easy not only for all the families with open-mouthed children and the artsy types but misplaced Slayers as well.
Because in there, she's not just a stranger who misses the California weather and talks funny, in these English people's eyes -- or ears, she supposes: like them, she's no stranger to the things she sees: well-lit rooms with high ceilings; the things ( things ) dead artists put on leather, linen, paper, or shaped from rock, clay, marble; and, of course --
the crowds milling through the brightness, enjoying the beauty that surrounds them, chatting about their lives, all unaware of the shadows.
Take away the whole culture thing, the European-ness, and it's almost like Sunnydale.
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