It was all very expensive, very exclusive, with what sort of felt like a smattering of condescending access. It's very inequitable, and ultimately iniquitous, all this monarchical stuff.
Fair is fair, though. It's also really cool!
Here's how, and why, they deigned to allow us to attend:
http://bit.ly/1AWDlqN
We'd better call attention to this astounding place, and its astounding collection:
http://bit.ly/1upttS3
There was a temporary exhibit on Royal Childhood, which hinted at all of the dire hierarchies, the toadying, the preposterousness of this whole institution. Just as much, however—at least, it seemed, with the luminaries of these last generations—decencies!
http://bit.ly/1rDJUfa
From behind:
Their bit of lawn:
Ruskin-esque:
We continue on our way. Posherie, just the other side of that wall:
The Queen's Gallery is a really fine exhibition space; more hydrating, this time with digestive biscuits:
Also heirs to sorrow; this small Hanoverian didn't survive childhood:
Emblematic, somehow:
Brother! And yet...
