My husband decided he was going to propose to me at The National Gallery, and had tried to think about which painting to choose as a location.
After we had been strolling around the gallery for a while, he lost his nerve, didn't go down on one knee, and whispered in my ear.
He likes to say it was in front of Surat's Bathers, but we both know it was the rather less lovely Execution of Maximillion!
As we have been married for twenty years this year, it didn't do any lasting damage...
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