I promised myself I wouldn’t bang on this week about the awful weather we experienced during our recent trip to southern France, where when it wasn’t pouring with rain, the wind howled and Jacques Frost spread his icy fingers over the landscape. I simply ask you to accept that it was at least as wretched in Languedoc, Aquitaine and the Charente as it was in central Brittany hundreds of miles to the north.
An RA exhibit details attempts to wipe out Ukrainian culture – and what survived
The parallels between the threat to Ukrainian culture in the 1930s and today are unmistakable.