it really doesn't translate to a screen very well, but in real life the colours are totally stunning and really really vibrant - it could have been painted yesterday. . . it was hung on a wall with six other pictures and I just sat back on the comfortable seat provided for exactly the purpose of sitting back comfortably and gazed at them
one of the beautiful things about the National Gallery is the stunning design of the halls and rooms, their light and height especially, and the immaculate planing that has gone into the way the pictures are arranged and hung
the colours of the walls change from room to room - one minute you are in a deep brick red room with Renaissance paintings, the next (well, not quite the next minute - quite a few minutes actually) a deep but warm grey for the Impressionists, the Dutch had a kind of eau-de-nil blue/green; there were rooms at the end of corridors that I didn't have time to venture down that were deep sunshine yellow-verging-on-orange; and sometimes I glanced along a corridor between rooms to the left and right which stretched into the distance and the arches of each juncture framed in a kind of architectural perfection the picture hanging way way in the distance on the wall at the opposite end of where I was standing. . .
. . .as if the whole building had been specifically built to show that picture to perfection