National Gallery

Where paint speaks louder than words…

I spent a mesmerising afternoon wandering the grand halls of the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square — a sanctuary of light, colour, and centuries of human expression. From the haunting detail of Caravaggio’s shadows to the tender softness in Turner’s skies, each painting felt like a conversation across time.

It’s not just a gallery — it’s a time machine in oil and canvas. One moment you’re standing beside a Venetian nobleman, the next you’re watching sunflowers sway with Van Gogh’s madness and brilliance.