The National Portrait Gallery

I spent the early part of the day slinking around the West End, making my way first to Charing Cross Road and Leicester Square, and then coming to the National Portrait Gallery. Proving that there must be a merciful soul sat somewhere in the bowels of London City Hall, the museums (or most of them, anyway) here are completely free. I had a look through the Victorian Era portraits, and found them to be pretty interesting. There was Thomas Carlyle, John Stuart Mill, and A.C. Swinburne, among others, but it was a portrait of Charles Dickens, painted when he had just finished the novel Nicholas Nickelby, which caught my attention the most. You can have a look for yourself…