Wrapping up today's touristing at the National Gallery in London.
Conviently able to "do" Nelson's column that is in the front yard.
Inside, as with most galleries, big is the order of the day. No warnings associated with the odd exposed tit or even naked children. You feel for the girl who was Queen for 9 days before having her head chopped off.
Whereas modern art often stimulates the imagination in regard to the present and future, old art gets me wondering about the past. If I get access to a time machine, remind me to be ware of losing my head.
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