When I was in Paris recently, I stopped in to see Mona and Aphrodite.
Mona was in good form. Visitors swarmed toward her, but she just sat there smirking like she has for the last five hundred years. It’s as if she’s saying, I’m a real icon, and I don’t have to do squat, bitch.
Aphrodite was also popular, but her crowd was a little mellower. Maybe it was the lack of arms.