Yesterday I went to Louvre, not by myself, but with a small group of tourists. On the ground level, among the Greek statues I couldn’t help noticing two American girls amusing themselves with antiques: first they were taking pictures with them, then they were kissing them, then…, girls, there is video surveillance at the museums! Pretty soon I had to interrupt my lecture because of some awful screaming coming from that part of the room, old ladies do get loud when they catch girls en fragrant delit….
At Chateau Versailles we don’t have nearly as much stuff, but we have the privacy of the park and no cameras whatsoever. Agalmatophilia, the love of statues, is well-known here. The marble crowd-pleasers have to be cleaned continually; otherwise, their well polished buttocks risk turning dark brown.
Some of the statues do not have an apparent erotic value. For example this Venus. Men ignore it, but women tend to linger around, giving a little of their attention to the turtle. What can I say? Its head fits so snuggly into a hand, especially on a day like today when it drizzle.
Everything is good in moderation; but for those who cannot restrain themselves, at the cemetery of Pere Lachaise Victor Noir is dutifully available, it is lot 92, before the fountain: Women come to see him in full regalia, high heels, fish-net stockings, garter belts. One inconvenience, sometimes you have to wait for your turn.