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One house, across the river, and a colour the rest of Europe has been copying ever since.
Not a Monday. Not the middle of the day, in any season.
Bardini is an afternoon on its own and should not be bolted to anything famous. He was a dealer arranging rooms to sell from, and the arrangement — not the inventory — is what you have come to look at.
The blue is the thing. It was mixed to make gilt frames and marble sing, it has been borrowed by half the museums in Europe since, and standing in the room explains in ten seconds what no photograph of it has ever managed.