In London for a few days, we go for a saunter in the National Gallery.
“Mummy,” says a restless little girl, “why are they doing that?”
The child’s complaint, for once, was not directed at us but merely near us. She was asking about a painting we were looking at.
“It was the War,” said the mother, pulling the child along.
Brace yourself, folks.
It was a picture of Perseus with Medusa’s head.
Here are some other artistic depictions of the War we saw on our trip.
The diary’s back, folks! Tune in next weekend for your finer feuilleton.