OT but related to the joys of the National Portrait Gallery

The National Portrait Gallery is one of my favorite stops in London (along with the Wallace). We have a summer home in northern Minnesota and in an out-of-the-way antique (junk really) shop near us, I purchased a portrait of a comely, (unknown to me) young woman in 19th century costume. The oval frame was about 2 feet tall and gold-leafed therefore, I thought it a bargain for $100. Imagine my delight, several years later, while wandering the halls of the NP gallery, encountering the same portrait I’d purchased in the backwoods of Minnesota! There I was, face to face, with Jenny Lind, the Swedish nightingale. Minnesota was a destination for many people of Scandinavian origin so, upon reflection, it really wasn’t as odd as it seems to have found her portrait there. It still hangs over my daughter’s four-poster bed and I smile every time I look at it. Jenny Lind