There is no lovelier gallery in London.
It is intimate, accessible, romantic, rich in its displays, discreet, serene and its artworks are beautiful beyond words.
It is too, that its range of artworks is wide but less expansive than the National Gallery or the Tate. That helps matters. It makes it easier to focus.
And what wonderful genius is on display. There is one corner of the Gallery where I could simply stand for hours. Inside one door is a Modigliani nude from 1916, to it's right is Manet's huge Bar at the Folies Bergere and over the shoulder to the right on the wall opposite is the exquisite Van Gogh, La Crau with Peach Trees in Blossom.
If you could determine your own eternity, this would surely be one option. I am so grateful for this place.