John Singer Sargent Nude Egyptian Girl painting

John Singer Sargent Nude Egyptian Girl paintingJohn Singer Sargent Lady Agnew paintingJohn Singer Sargent House and Garden painting
Arriving in an elongated-oval gallery stocked with French Burgundy, he thought he heard footsteps other than his own, elsewhere in the maze. He froze, listened.Nothing. Just the whispery voice of the perpetual wine-cooling draft lazily entering the gallery by one passageway, leaving by a second.The fluttering false flames of the fake gas lamps, which were wall-mounted in some places but also hung from grotto ceilings where height allowed, caused shimmers of light to chase twists of shadow along the racks and brickwork. This meaningless but spooky movement teased the mind into hearing footsteps that probably weren’t record of its unending progress. In fact a dusty film on the bottles was often considered good ambience.Fric’s father had an almost obsessive aversion to dust, however, and none could be found in this place. Taking special care not to disturb the bottles, the staff vacuumed the racks once a month, as well as the ceiling, walls, and floor.[207] Here and there in the corners of the passageways and more often in the shadowed curves of the masonry ceiling vaults were delicate spider webs. Some were simple, others elaborate.No eight-legged architects could beconstructions. Spiders were not tolerated.there.Probably.Proceeding less boldly than before, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, he moved on with the gentle draft.Other wine cellars might be musty dens in which time shed skin after skin of dust, leaving a