The best time to see our wonderful national museums (surely now the best in the world?) is on Friday evenings when they are less crowded and where they let their collective hair down.
Yesterday, I went to the V&A and there was a kind of DJ happening in the foyer which was half hearted if I'm honest. But there was still the Beaton Exhibition on HM The Queen. I didn't think much of Beaton per se and in this exhibition there are very few photographs of real tenderness. There were far too many posed photos and they seemed from a different era. I was moved by some photos of the Queen as a teenager and there was another right at the end of the show where she just had a dark robe on (it is a rare colour shot taken in 1968) which reminded me of Annie Liebovitz's virtual copy of it in 2008 but of course, it was really a genuflection to Pietro Annigoni's portrait of HM in 1956.