through these salons and galleries, in this edifice of a bygone era, this sprawling, sumptuous, baroque, gloomy hotel, where one endless corridor follows another, silent, empty corridors heavy with cold, dark woodwork,

The room is upstairs, at the end of the hall.

Padlock the galleries...

But it's the picture. The one in the gallery.

So eventually holes on both sides of the wall aligned, opening views from gallery to gallery.

I passed these same colonnades, these same windowless galleries.

This is our gallery.

sculpted doorframes, rows of doorways, galleries, side corridors that in turn lead to empty salons, salons heavy with ornamentation of a bygone era as if the ground were still sand or gravel or flagstones over which I walked once again

sculpted doorframes, rows of doorways, galleries, side corridors that in turn lead to empty salons, salons heavy with ornamentation of a bygone era... silent rooms where one's footsteps are absorbed by carpets so thick, so heavy,

The walls of many of the house's rooms had graffiti scrawled across them.

The gallery is shut to the public, sir.

You're also allowed portraits!

I'd like to take you to the next item of interest, which is the long gallery.

She's living with a bookie in Wandsworth.

He painted it right in this room... and that is this house.

Well now I'll take you upstairs to the long gallery.

A short hallway leading to a copperplated door, behind which is a small but clean and welllit room

But be drunken... And if sometimes on the stairs of a palace ...

I'm not really into art, the gallery owner is my patient,

Thomas P. Campbell Weaving narratives in museum galleries

And this gets shown in art galleries like this, as a sequence.

So, all this work is getting shown in art galleries.

And we're just pulling the wall off the gallery.

This is from the show called Invisible, at Talwar Gallery.

I'm surprised to see you here, you're so busy.

The bathroom's down the hall, the last room on the right.

We have a world class gallery because we believe that poor kids need a world class gallery, so I designed this thing.

through these salons and galleries, in this edifice of a bygone era sculpted doorframes, rows of doorways, galleries, side corridors that in turn lead to empty salons heavy with ornamentation of a bygone era,

Trying to find a house with a porch.

It's in the same gallery or in the same museum.

It's called Breath. It's just two holes on the gallery wall.

I'd been to the Palace of the Legion of Honor, the art gallery.

I've never seen such wonderful prints in a hotel.

I said a house with a porch.

I mean, our new Islamic galleries are a case in point, opened 10 years, almost to the week, after 9 11.

And then, on the other side of the room, the designers are making small adjustments, sketching, drawing by hand, putting it in the computer.

I mean, the city's the best gallery I could imagine.

They are often together, and go to the opera or visit art galleries.

application to upload your pictures to your Piwigo gallery

Now go into the corridor for a minute, then pretend you've come to the wrong room and found a stranger.

I frequently go out into the hall and the galleries and I watch our visitors coming in.

She'd had no inkling her fate would be decided in this gallery.

He has requested that his painting equipment... and other personal effects... be placed in his room.

Francesca's house was red, with a large doorway, larger than all the others.

in this edifice of a bygone era, this sprawling, sumptuous, baroque, gloomy hotel, where one endless corridor follows another, silent and deserted, heavy with cold, dark woodwork, stucco, molded paneling,