Tuesday 21 August I finally made it to the National Portrait Gallery. I spent a few good hours perusing through the exhibitions, the most interesting ones being the Tudor Galleries and the other suitably old stuff. The special Princess of Wales exhibition was a bit of a let down - only about 10 photos showing her time as the Princess.
I had come fully prepared with sustenance for the day (and managed to remember my glasses too)...so when I sat down to eat my baguette and orange juice on the only seat I could find which wasn't located in the cafe (the wooden bench in the lift area was far more comfortable and atmospheric anyway), I got a conspirational smile from the geriatric couple who did exactly the same at the other end of the bench, with their poppers and packed sandwiches from home. Taking a closer look, I realised that'll be me in a few short decades...right down to the comfortable shoes and glasses!
After that somewhat confronting episode, I decided to have my afternoon yoghurt snack sitting in Trafalgar Square...in the spitting rain and bitingly cold wind...ah this is the life! Young and vital and what not...
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