Spent a good chunk of the past weekend in London; The Hubs's sister and her partner were in town for the day and they were very kind to get us a room at the same hotel they were staying at. It was more of a business trip for them, so while they were doing their thing, The Hubs and I did some sight-seeing. It was actually our second visit to London, having seen both the National Gallery and the British Museum. This time around, I insisted on going to the Tate Britain, where a good number of my all-time favorite Pre-Raphaelite paintings live.
After 30 minutes of general waffling about, we finally made it to THAT ROOM. The minute I stepped in, I wore the stupidest smile on my face.
Another one of Rossetti, The Beloved.
Yeah, that didn't happen, because I spotted...
"That's it. All other art is null and void." I practically declared after seeing Ophelia. I took it back quickly though, after finding out that there were more Rossettis and more Burne-Joneses that had been removed and placed in a special exhibit, 'Painting With Light: Art and Photography From the Pre-Raphaelites to the Modern Age'. Unfortunately, you have to pay to see it, and for all my enthusiasm for everything Pre-Raphaelite, I decided to give it a pass. The money went instead to feeding our faces at the museum cafe downstairs.