My main man, Billy Shakes.
Since Brighton is so close to London, I decided that it would be a waste not to take advantage of that while we were there and basically strong-armed my dad into going into London for a day to check out a couple of the galleries I had never been to. Between The National Portrait Gallery and Tate Modern, we walked until my feet literally gave out. It was a pretty great day.
Just like I did with my last post about my trip to Brighton, I'm going to let my pictures do most of the talking. Except for the odd little caption.
I just can't help myself.
I am inordinately pleased with this photograph.
Emmeline Pankhurst and Beatrix Potter.
I don't know what this is but it's shiny and I like it.
See previous caption.
Taking a picture of Dad taking a picture of a picture. So many layers of interaction.
Very short story: Dad wanted to name me after the village where Monet painted this.
Nothing better than a day of good, old-fashioned culture, am I right? If you want to see more of my short trip to London you can see the pictures from my phone here.