Playing Tourist

Before I landed in London, I made a promise to myself that I would behave like a tourist one day of the week. To me this meant walking around with a map and my camera gawking at the things I had only seen on television or in the movies...trying to play it cool when I round a corner and suddenly there's Big Ben or the London Eye or whatever.

So yesterday I kept my promise to myself and went to the National Portrait Gallery.  I would understand that this is place that probably wouldn't be very high on many people list of priorities when coming to London. But I thought "I have a year. What the hell." I like art. I do. I'm not a great lover of it by any stretch of the imagination but I appreciate beautiful and well done things. I spent about an hour and half there lingering over the portraits of people I'd actually heard of and glancing at the rest. The gallery had portraits of everyone from Henry VIII (and his many, many wives) to Elizabeth I and Mary, Queen of Scots, to Charles and Diana and a rather interesting rendering of Elizabeth II by Andy Warhol. The newest addition to the royal family portraits was the portrait of Princes William and Harry unveiled just last year. All in all, an extraordinary place to visit but I wouldn't necessarily go to again.