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One thing I have always disliked about the National Gallery has been the great barn of a cafeteria. It was a pleasant surprise to see how that had changed in the last eighteen months. There are now several very pleasant rooms in which one can have lunch or tea. One even opens quite early - two hours before the gallery - so you can have breakfast!
Outside, in Trafalgar Square, there are the four lions of Landseer. Whatever their artistic merits may or may not be, they have an ineffable attraction for young children who make them their own personal pets.
From the National Gallery I went around the corner to the National Portrait Gallery where I spent an hour or so looking at the Victorian section. I always enjoy the NPG but was dissapointed on this occasion since I was looking for a protrait of Earl Grey and was unsuccessful although they do hold a number of "carte de vistes". There were, however, a number of other portraits of individuals with an Australian connection including Sir James Stephen (1789-1859) who was the British under-secretary of state for the colonies from 1836 to 1847.
When I couldn't find a way in, just for a sentimental look, I asked a young woman with an official looking badge on.
"Excuse me, can you tell me how I get into the old reading room?"
"The Reading Room? Oh, you mean the exhibition space."
It's enough to make a grown man weep. Mind you, as someone who uses the new British Library out at St Pancras and finds it excellent to work in, it is just sentiment that binds a small part of me to the old reading room. Ah well, time to go back to the hotel, meet Virginia, and catch a bite for dinner.
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