That Mona Lisa Smile.
In Paris, it’s hard to throw a rock without hitting a tourist much less make a photograph that hasn’t already been done.
After my parents divorced our mom moved to Paris, living there for several years. In keeping with her final wish, I recently met my sister Deb there to cast her remains adrift. Afterwards, I spent a few days wandering through a few of the obligatory Parisian venues.
One of my first stops was to check-in on Mona Lisa’s smile.