There is nothing more seductive than a creaky wooden floor in a provincial museum where nobody goes but you. It is the perfect counterpoint to a dozen middle-aged ladies half-sleeping on the window sills and waking up occasionally to watch you spend a few seconds in front of a painting they have seen, and forgotten, a million times over.
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
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There is nothing more seductive than a creaky wooden floor in a provincial museum where nobody goes but you. It is the perfect counterpoint to a dozen middle-aged ladies half-sleeping on the window sills and waking up occasionally to watch you spend a few seconds in front of a painting they have seen, and forgotten, a million times over.
