I’d been wanting to go for a long time. No, honestly. At least ever since my university days in Paris, where I studied British literature. That’s when I learned that Lewis Carroll wasn’t just a writer and that Virginia Woolf’s little group often toyed around with image-making. Which is why I really wanted to see the Julia Margaret Cameron exhibition at Hans Kraus. But you had to make an appointment and I had never dared. Can you disturb a great art dealer when you just want to have a look?
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