From the York Water-gate, I made my way to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square, via St Martin-in-the-Fields, which is an admirable building but worldly. Deserving, though, of a post to itself. In preparation for this post I was trying to remember when I was last at the National Gallery. The last time I blogged about a visit was, I discovered, in 2016. I simply can't believe that that last visit was so long ago. I must have been there between times, surely? One difference between then and now was immediately apparent, the massively increased security. The security measure were present, also, on last year's visit to the British Museum. Not sure what the following selection says about me, apart from I like Bronzino and I'm not so keen on tenebrism
From that National Gallery I waked to St James, to do a bit of shopping, and then walked back to the hotel, stopping in Maison Bertaux for cake. For lunch I tried Gails in Bloomsbury - busy and a bit chaotic, food good - before walking south to Grey's Inn. Dinner in Hare & Tortoise, previous night dinner in the wonderfully 'Old Skool' Caio Bella in Lambs Conduit St. Sinner that I am I had veal.
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