jeudi 18 décembre 2014

The Ankou and the Angel.

I am quite fascinated with the way christianism managed to incorporate elements of the local mythologies wherever it went. In Bretagne, grimacing skelettons keep the peace in cemetaries. Heroes of old legends were turned into holy men. The Ankou keeps on walking the misty roads under heavy grey skyes, while an Angel looks at him from the top of the chapel.

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