PREMIUM
Federica Stefani, a young Italian journalism student, at the Kelvingrove Museum and Art Galleries looking at the Salvador Dali painting Christ of Saint John of the Cross. Picture: Kirsty Anderson IT takes me almost two hours to walk 60 years into the past. The journey is unremarkable, a promenade from my garret down a footpath alongside a dual carriageway, leading me into Partick then over the Kelvin. The destination, though, is profoundly personal. The Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum is the birthplace of much that has enhanced my life. It may be odd to claim I owe so much to a building. But it is true.