Over the next twelve weeks we're turning the West End into a giant gallery by lining the streets of Soho, Piccadilly, and Covent Garden with some of the world's most famous paintings.
Imagine, the Triumph of Pan (above) on Shelton Street -- what would Cardinal Richelieu think (he was the original owner, although what the Card was doing with "a wild pagan celebration in full swing" is anybody's guess). Whistlejacket is over on Mercer Street -- I always like to see him at the far end of the Gallery as you walk through the doors opposite the shop, so it would be weird to see him like he's out shopping for trinkets in Covent Garden. My only question: Où est Les Grandes Baigneuses?
Ah, London.
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