It’s like Royal Ascot without the pomp. It’s top, top class racing without the premium. It’s like the ultimate horse racing busman’s holiday. Yes, dear reader, some 15,000 Brits will decamp to Paris and the Bois de Boulogne this weekend for the magnificent racing spectacle that is the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting that the Arc meeting is better than Royal Ascot. I don’t think it is. But it has one massive feather in its chapeau: timing. It’s a bit like the old witches in Macbeth (and apologies to literature scholars as I butcher this quote) -
“When the hurly burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won, where the place? Upon the heath. There to meet with….”
The hurly burly of the flat season is pretty much done, most of the battles have been lost and won, and now at Longchamp it’s time for a final ‘coming together’ of the clans.
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