When it was found in the 16th Century, they thought the shell at her feet symbolized a uterus…

Now, what could possibly have given them that idea?

So they decided to “restore” her into a “vulgar” Venus and made her brandish “the wings of love”,

the wings of her son, Cupid or Eros. You know, the little guy who flies about around gods and mortals alike before he shoots an arrow in them, making them fall in love with whomever his whimsical mind chose (where did they get all this?).

Or could they be “wings”...?

Now, what could possibly have given me that idea?

Do you see what I see?

Say no more!

And if I tell you that this sculpture is just a few feet away from "The Venus de Milo", that nobody pays attention to her and that it's part of my "Lust at the Louvre" tour, what do you say?

My "naughty" tours contain:

Nudity? Yes (but is it my fault if it's spread all over the walls and pedestals of the museums?)

Provocation? Never.

Because please always bear in mind that the last thing I want is to shock you.

Because I believe that eroticism in art was never meant to shock, but rather to seduce.

Because I'll let you know "all this" ONLY if you want to know.

But my little finger tells me that, if you're still here, chances are you'll be interested...

Hey, be careful: next thing you know you'll want to sign-up for one of my special tours!

But, hold on, does she really grab... wings?

with me!

I am proud and happy to announce that you are now eligible to enter the realm of my fantasy tours.

In order to do so, please click here.

But, again (and for the last time), please don’t say I didn’t warn you!

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