"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor with what ease it could be reached. It was worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it." Hemingway

21.11.11

There is only one person looking at the painting.

I saw Mona Lisa today. She is the only work of art in the Louvre that has a sign with an arrow in every doorway. I expected her to be small so her medium sized frame was not disappointing. When I rounded the corner from the grand hall of Italian paintings and beheld her encircled by all nationalities holding cameras, phones, and ipads to her face, I nearly cried. 
I’ve never been a huge fan of Mona Lisa. She’s always gotten more publicity than I thought she deserved. However, when I saw her there surrounded by people who only seemed to look at her through their screens, I was overcome by the horrible beauty of the scene and I felt pity for her and for the fools around her.

***Disclaimer: as I continued my observations of Mona Lisa and her visitors, I realized many people took time to look and to return her gracious, acknowledging eyes with smiles of thankful appreciation.

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