“Well, this is sort of anticlimactic.”

“Keep reminding yourself how much the stones weigh and how ancient and mysterious this all is.”

“Right.”

We looped the ring of standing stones, snapping the obligatory photos, and I wondered if any of the other tourists were feeling disappointed. Maybe it’s a whole lot of build-up, only to realize that this wonder of the world juts out into the sky from a traffic island.

Still, I was glad I’d come. Now I could say I’d been there; I’d seen it, even if it didn’t make much of an impact. Which is actually how I feel about a lot of things, like the last episode of Cheers and Quentin Tarantino films.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007 | photo albums