I would have. I could have. I should have. But I didn’t check. Walking around in the Picasso Museum yesterday, it was when I neared the end of the exhibition that the question suddenly itched in my head. It’s the sort of question that comes with a sense of relief just for being asked. Where the hec is the great man’s Guernica?
An attendant, probably seeing my impending disappointment, spoke reassuringly and explained. Guernica is housed in the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia, all the way back in Madrid, where I have just been!
Bloody hell, I thought. If only I crossed the road from the Prado.