To worry is to be. To be is to worry.
After a late dinner—late by North American standards, but probably at roughly the socially correct time in the Parisian culture—on a rare rainless evening during my visit to Paris, I took a walk on the sidewalk of the broad boulevard that is the Champs-Elysées. Walking from the Place de la Concorde toward the Arc de [...]
In the Louvre, I wandered into a much-neglected gallery housing sculptures from Europe, mostly Italy. I’m writing these words a bit after the fact, so memory might not serve me exactly, but I seem to recall seeing pieces from between the 14th and 16th century, inclusive, in that lonely room. What struck me was a [...]
After spending time in a number of museums in Paris I’ve seen a lot of sculptures. I adore the sculptures of women, particularly the gorgeous, naked ones. I’m straight, but I also appreciate the statues of nude males. The penises on most of these stone dudes seem to me to be quite small in proportion [...]
