Founded during the Queen Victoria years, the
National Portrait Gallery was meant to be more of a historical museum than an art gallery: a veritable
who's who of politicians, artists, writers, scientists, and other notables in Great Britain. We were walking to Trafalgar Square when we saw the front entrance to the gallery, so I couldn't resist going inside.
What was it like? Now, I have to admit, the two eleven-year-old boys in our party were not exactly thrilled with this museum. In fact, I felt as if the goal for them was to race through the floors as quickly as they could without me snapping at them to slow down. With that said, they did perk up a bit in the Tudor Gallery where the likes of King Henry VIII are on display. There I could point out some of the famous faces that would go with the stories they would hear in the Tower of London. (On a side note, I was personally surprised to see that Mary Queen of Scots really wasn't any prettier than Elizabeth I. I remember reading more than once that Mary's looks were a threat to her cousin's ego, even while her existence was a threat to the English throne.) In turn, some of the portraits in the 20th century galleries were of people they recognized on their own. They liked some of the styles used by the more modern painters here--"Less stuffy," I believe I heard one of them say--and they actually lingered over a few pieces.
I would've spent more time here, but I didn't completely mind submitting to the children's quick pace because the permanent exhibits are free.
Bottom line? Certainly worth a wander, even if you have your kids in tow. After you leave the gallery, head over to see the lions at the foot of Lord Nelson in Trafalgar Square. The boys enjoyed walking around outside here, where they didn't have to be contained or quiet.