From the square into the galleries
London, United Kingdom — Painting gallery.
Walk over from the far end of the square first.
The square is laid out openly, two fountains in the middle; when the water falls, a gust scatters it. The row of columns to the north is not tall, with a small dome on top and wide steps that naturally slow you. Between the columns hang a few red display banners that jump against the grey stone. The square is crowded, the pigeons more at ease than the people, and often someone sits by the steps eating. Look back and a church spire lands exactly at one side of the colonnade.
Inside, the light drops at once. Room opens after room, walls painted deep red or dark green, frames close together with just enough distance to step back and take it all in. Someone sits still on a bench; someone else stops long in front of one painting before moving. The floor sounds a little underfoot. Turn to the west rooms and the walls suddenly go pale, the windows higher, the same pictures in a different light with different complexions.






