Tucked away behind the tireless thoroughfare of Oxford Street, sits Hertford House in blissful serenity.
Here is one of the places that I go to forget myself for it is so far removed from my perfunctory normality that it is a real fount of escapism.
Hertford House is better known as the Wallace Collection. This is where the combined treasures of 5 generations of collectors remain today. I can devote many hours to admiring the paintings, porcelain and furniture here.
Isn’t she marvellous? Dreamlike and in soft-focus, the scandal is revealed. A naughty lady allowing a fellow hidden in the bushes (perhaps a lover), to glimpse beneath her skirts whilst her husband pushes her. Jean Honoré Fragonard’s, “The Swing”, is a celebrated piece and one that I cannot tire of seeing. Perhaps it shouldn’t do, but, it always makes me smile!