Brueghel at the World Cup Final
At first glance it was the Massacre of the Innocents all over again, the Duke of Alba in the middle of a dark cloud of troopers in the middle of the winter village on the polders.
But in fact it was roles reversed; a four-hundred year old slight reslighted, the boys in orange coming among the black-clad nobles like Good King Billy on a dark Ulster night.
Categories: Musings
Breughel; World Cup; Holland; Spain
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