I try to be optimistic and banish the Eeyore side of my character even on wet days in January. So I like this northerly view from the kitchen window. I have even grown to like the council block.
Yesterday was only my third visit to the Prado but it was the most rewarding as I didn’t wander around aimlessly but concentrated for an hour on just a handful of pictures in the galleries by the main entrance at the top of a double flight of steps.
“Lord Mansfield received important guests here, as they admired his books and Robert Adam’s stunning decoration. Adam drew on the architecture of ancient Roman buildings and his own theories about colour to create one of the most innovative late 18th century British interiors.” (Kenwood Guide)
Most people who live in London have walked along the Brompton Road between Harrods and Harvey Nichols; it takes about five minutes if the pavement isn’t too congested.
Yesterday I was taken to see Peter Doig’s large, colourful pictures at the Courtauld. They were OK but not worth the double-digit millions they sometimes fetch at auction.