'Well, who is it?!'
Eventually, sulky, and with unaccountable emphasis: 'The Duke of Hamilton.'
|Wilkie, Entrance of George IV at Holyroodhouse
(Scott stands, at ground level, second from the left.)
The palace is picturesque, laid out and furnished in decadent Carolean style. Beside the house rises the wildness of Arthur's Seat.
The art, like much in royal palaces, is hit and miss. Some, such as a whole hall's worth of hastily painted pictures of every Scottish monarch, including the legendary (they've all been given Charles II's nose), is poor. As always, sooner or later one finds a Cranach, this one an Adoration of the Magi:
I liked this Lely of Catherine of Braganza:
My afternoon was similarly mixed: hounded by warders round the few spaces deemed safe in the Scottish National Gallery. Much is missing. I noted this Cranach, an Allegory of Melancholy...
...enjoyed seeing this James Drummond of the Porteous Riots, a real event and scene in The Heart of Midlothian...
...and marvelled at this Tiepolo sketch of Antony and Cleopatra - just because it's Tiepolo. I sense quite a few Brookner personages would have been drawn to this marvellous light-as-air picture, not just Blanche Vernon.