Musee des Beaux Arts. Today I actually went there. And you could take photos. The Breugel room is the last room in the museum. It’s oddly cold in there - I guess paint needs to be air-conditioned. And it’s dark, the walls are grey-blue and the blinds are drawn. But it’s not as sad as I had imagined it, it was full of life: people cutting pig’s throats, skating, eating soup, wearing red hats, dancing on crutches.
W. H. and Christopher had just stepped outside and I was left alone with loads of Italian ladies all listening to commentary on their big grey museum telephones. But Icarus was there, falling - his white legs disappearing, and the delicate and expensive ship was indeed calmly continuing on. What did Frost say? Something like all his learning could be summed up into three words … It goes on. Well Bruegel said it first, or rather painted it first.