I went off to the National Gallery of Victoria this morning, while KM and BL visited respective friends.
I recognised this painting when I saw it
but I had no idea of the story behind it. Nazi stolen art comes to Melbourne - and it wasn't a Van Gogh after all.
Tonight, we returned to Donovans for dinner. The last time we were there, it was with Yvonne. They did not have KM's bouillibaisse, so he had the next best thing...
BL and I had barramundi.
And dessert is always fun! The waiter divided a bombe alaska into three for us.
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