Hermaphrodite

Back in the early 80s no one went to the Louvre museum. The museum was completely empty. My friend Tony from Alabama and I would tour the galleries of the Louvre with models telling them not to look at the paintings. "Let the paintings look at you. You are more beautiful." We ended our promenade at the Mona Lisa, but forced them to look at the statue of the Hermaphrodite. The girls loved us for thinking them 'beautiful', belle' or 'schon'. It was the truth.