This looks like a typical street scene in Delft: children playing and domestic routine around buildings remarkable only for their ordinariness, captured in photorealistic detail. But there’s more: as the clouds suffocate the town, this master of illumination gives the scene a stubbornly flat light, like the dull ache of melancholy. For a long time, it was thought the view was an imagined amalgam of various actual Delft streets, but – apt, this – it shows a real, now vanished place. Most tellingly, everywhere we look, we see the mark of time: the wear and tear off the house’s fragile fabric, the play of the young alongside the routine work of the old, the blossoming vine on the left. Tennessee Williams said time was “the longest distance between two places”. From 17th century Holland, Vermeer captures something starkly normal and – by making time the unseen, omnipresent protagonist of the scene – turns it into eternal trut