Blame It on Sébastien
Okay, now, I don’t want anyone to hyperventilate or anything, but…
Sébastien thought of YOU. Yes, he did. That is, he thought of the females among you. While we were in France, he went out of his way to take a particular set of pictures in your honor.
We were at Vaux-le-Vicomte, which I always love to visit, and if you never have, here’s a strong recommend that you put that on your list for your (next?) trip to France. If you have ever seen a film set in a 17th or 18th century French château, and you probably have (Three Musketeers, if nothing else), then you have seen this place. There’s a reason all the movies are set there.
NOT THE REASON WE ARE ABOUT TO SHOW, HOWEVER.
The magnificent gardens of Vaux-le-Vicomte extend about a kilometer, sloping up a hill to the GINORMOUS replica of the Farnese Hercules.
(On a side note, can I vent about “ginormous” being added to the dictionary? I protest, seriously. And I feel that if you are going to add something as clearly silly as “ginormous”, you should put in NEFARIETY while you’re at it. THAT is a good word.)
When I say “ginormous”, here’s a shadowy picture provided to give you a sense of scale. You can see the forearm of someone else taking a picture and how the statue looms over him.
Now…how to put this?
Hercules is quite…herculean…in…every aspect, if you will. That is, he is very well-proportioned, but since he is the size of Hercules, his proportions are….well, anyway. When you’re standing under this looming statue craning your neck to look up at it–maybe it’s just me, but there’s one thing that…stands out.
As I am innocently playing with my daughter in the grass, I notice Sébastien walking around that gigantic statue, zooming in and taking pictures.
I have a suspicion.
I say, “What are you taking pictures of?” I mean, it’s not like he’s been going around taking pictures of any other statues we have run into in France.
“What?” he asks innocently. “It’s for the ladies that read your blog!”
I examine his recent pictures.� My jaw drops. “I’m not putting that on my blog! I’ll get in trouble.”
Sébastien looks aggravated. “It’s a copy of an ancient statue.”
“Yeah, well, you are focusing excessively on a certain aspect of it.”
Sébastien wrinkles his eyebrows. “So? It’s just a natural part of life. Plus, it’s great art.”
Well, yes. That’s the French attitude. But it’s not the typical American one. And I want to keep this blog PG-13, and I’m not entirely sure where world famous works of art fall under peoples’ tolerances. There was a period when they got draped in cloth, after all.
So what we have now is a compromise. Here is one side of the statue, from Sébastien.
The other side I’m keeping just for me.