National Gallery paintings
I found myself back in Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery once again. Last week I came to know that they do short guided tours of the Gallery for new Continue Reading →
I found myself back in Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery once again. Last week I came to know that they do short guided tours of the Gallery for new Continue Reading →
How did they get so close to Pope Frances? A one in a million chance. Isn’t it like winning the lottery? The question on most people’s lips when I showed Continue Reading →
Once in a while I join the tens of thousands of commuters for whom the daily grind into central London is part of their weekly routine. We live near the Continue Reading →
The last time I was part of a ceremony where the oath was taken was at Kavitha’s graduation a few years ago. I wasn’t expecting it, so it came as Continue Reading →
When you look at a painting what do you see? The overall beauty of the picture? The brush strokes? The life like capture of the event, the person? The painstaking Continue Reading →
The first time I visited an art gallery, I think, was when I went to Amsterdam during my registrar days for a conference. To improve our CV we had to Continue Reading →
When you have 300 days of sunshine a year you tend to forget how lucky you are. For us we have the equal number of rainy, dull and dreary days, Continue Reading →