
The National Gallery holds some of the most remarkable art in the world. England really shouldn't have most of it. Some of the paintings seemed to be living things. I took no pictures because there would be no way to do any of the art justice.
Left the portrait gallery for a bite - finally got some British food (I had an Irish stew with lamb). Delicious. Wandered around Piccadilly for a while until the rain drove us back into hiding at the college. My feet feel like bruised, throbbing marshmallows. Time to sleep.

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