One entry, and it is out of town, up a river, behind a vegetable garden. Exactly the right sort of trouble.
September, out of the centre, and no second stop. One house is the whole day here.
This is not a city-centre morning. The entry sits well out along the river, and the going and coming back is a real part of the day — plan it as an excursion rather than an errand, and do not put anything after it.
I went in September, which is their spring, and the garden was the argument. Anyone who treats the vegetable beds as scenery on the way to the paintings has the order backwards; the beds are why the rest of it exists.
One entry in this city, and I am not going to invent a second to make the page look busier. When I find another worth keeping it will appear here, and not before.