I took my son and daughter-in-law to the Louvre last Saturday because Amy wanted to see the most famous painting in the world. I warned her the girl is a rock star and we probably would not be able to get very close to her because of the crush of people crammed in to see her. Sure enough, when we got to the floor of the exhibit hall where she hangs, there were hundreds of people jostling to get a view, iPhones and selfie sticks in every hand. Even at that distance, Amy cried when she saw it.
Or, is it a smile? One art theory is that Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa with two different expressions: a frown and a smile and it is the juxtaposition, or enigma, of the two opposing symbols, that gives the painting its power. However he did it, the painting has an enduring intrigue that is hard to fathom or explain. And, as my son noted, there is a painting on an adjacent wall that shows a young, topless woman, which Tomas gave this caption: "Hey, guys, I'm showing my breasts here and I can't even get your attention?"
"Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"