Paris, after more than two hours of patient waiting in cold winds we at last enter Le Louvre. Of course it's worth waiting, it's a magnificent building and an excellent collection of painting and sculpture. You can hardly swallow them all – it's just too much. So you make a choice.
I stop in front of this one. Little Jesus in his mother's arms surrounded by cherubs and people in a soft, cloudy landscape – an often returning subject for painters of this time. I study the faces and can hardly decide whether they look hypnotized or just drunk. Times are changing and also values and symbols. Okay, but drunk people have always looked about the same...
A nice thing is that photographing without flash is free here.
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