With Signor Condottiere Astorgio Manfredi, I wanted to take the stern look home.
And looking up at Madam Monet, the Woman with a Parasol, I can feel the wind and hear the sound of petticoats rustling.
It was a nice not-too-hot day, but the museum was eerily empty, despite this being the busy season. In any event, I couldn't find Girl with the Red Hat, so I have to go back tomorrow.
I did go and say hello to that ole scamp of a trollop Ginevra. And I paid my respects to Mr. Turner's sunny and watery Mortlake Terrace. Which may look familiar to some of you . . .