by Chloe Woodhouse
On 24th November, I went to The National Museum at Cardiff. A lilac haze overcast the lobby, shining through a high dome of oval stained windows. A huge Christmas tree lit up the front foyer and the museum’s glossy tiles. It was colder inside than outside; the marble statues and grand staircases were impassive. The coffee kiosk served people whiny and chatter-less drinks.
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