Still mystified by the peculiarities of starting the day in the libraries. After the workout, Mass, breakfast, and about an hour of reading, I go through the security search, get into the building, find a place, and then a swarm of tourists descends for a little over an hour. In the middle of which, almost invariably, all of the energy vanishes from my body rather quickly. Still can't fathom that.
I could delay the library for an hour, but then finding a place would be difficult. I could go to the other side of the room, but they apparently have the vents on double there (and nil on the better side, which leads to some thin air late in the afternoons) which makes for a drafty day.
And to top it all off, they're staging some incredibly misconceived immersive theatre performance twice a day when a lounge singer comes in and belts out "People who need people..." twice a day for twenty minutes apiece. I abscond for the duration, but can still hear it in the distance.
The collections are really the only useful thing about the city for me at present, but getting to them is starting to drive me a bit mad. Onward -- steady as she goes.