It's a sunny afternoon in Paris. You've spent the morning strolling through the crowded corridors of the vast art palace that is the Louvre Museum. You've stopped to admire the Winged Victory at Samothrace, you've deciphered several saints in the Italian hall on your way to see Mona Lisa. You've felt all of humanity smashed against you as the mob stares unquietly at the masterpiece. This made you think.
"That's a good painting."
You elbowed your way out of the front of the human blob to witness artisans with their gear all set up next to Mary nursing her baby Messiah. And finally, you found the armless goddess, the Venus de Milo herself, beckoning you to go outside and get some fresh air.
And now you sit by a man-made pond - in a courtyard of humanity - worshipping the sun. A duck quacks to you in French... and now you understand the Louvre.
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