Yet more art

This weekend, The National Gallery. I always, always forget how much I love this place. I got there early so that it was nice and quiet. I had no purpose in mind, just a quick scout around to see if something caught my eye.
Straight off I was in a room full of Canalettos. He was one of the first artists I truly fell in love with when I was in Italy. He has such particular lines and he entirely captures the feeling of being in Venice.


Then on through the 1700-1900 rooms, full of all of most the wonderful things you'd ever want to see on a Saturday morning. A whole room of Rubens made the visit perfect.

The evening was football, which I actually enjoyed, though I think it was more the company than anything else.