Ce n’est pas la Joconde…
It’s no wonder the Mona Lisa (La Joconde) has that enigmatic smile. The madness she’s seen…
Tourists jostle to get close enough to her to get a snap. Others work their way to the front row and immediately turn their back on her.
Their quest is to be photographed with her. They check their friend’s photography efforts (gotta love digital), nod and walk away…
I pause for a moment to look into those serene yet knowing eyes.
I have someone’s elbow in my ear… and is that a camera almost resting on my head? The price of being short I guess.
Mais non, ce n’est pas la Joconde soit. C’est EB…
The magnetic Mona Lisa is unperturbed. Long after the snaps feature in slideshows and photo albums, long after the memories have grown tired, she will be here. Ever the celebrity.
Down the hall, a young woman holding a lime green-covered iPad is walking towards us – well, almost over us.
She is spinning slowly, taking in the artwork through the screen.
Every now and then she peeps out from behind it.
I guess there are ways and ways to see the Louvre…
Flight path 